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 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Nebula aura