Monday 5 March 2012

THE ENDLESS OLFACTION


Ascending smoke, the burning cigar on the

ashtray, an open book with moving
pages, life has dissipated, as  
light coming through the
half-opened
window,
broken spectacles have no more reflection,
restless sparrow sitting on the
ceiling fan, looking the
faded chandelier
who knows
where
gone all the glow of affinity, the swear to
live and die, the panting twilight,
declining light of life, the
broken spider web
isolated eyes,
opaque
the layer of the ancient dream, I want to touch your
love in the dark, trembling hands
confused, hold the torn
exotic curtain, the
alcohol drop
hasn't
the passion to catch the burning match
stick - - but life feels still the aroma
of your body, authentic, natural,
doesn't want to erase
from the persona,
the endless
olfaction!

— SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Veronique Radelet 


The Celestial Aura

perhaps, the definition of beauty was nestled
in the eyes, hence in the darkness, her
all the disapproval became the 
aspire, to get whole the sky,
on the chest, I had been
watching with silence
the shred of 
nebula, 
amazing dedication of body and soul has 
bypassed all the arguments, at that 
moment, life has been touched 
a little cloud nine, impulsive
clouds, and passionate
moonlit environs
filled the 
cipher of heart, the dream of reality, or 
rejuvenation ! mute philosophy 
watched, getting off the 
heaven on the 
earth, 
the entire space was in her arms last night!

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Nebula aura