Monday 2 April 2012


THE OVERFLOWED WAVES
immaculate beauty of that cognition,
I forget myself for some time,
as a sixth sense or 
supernatural
touch 
has hypnotized my parts of organ, an 
overwhelmed emotion searches
the missing words, or are 
you standing before
me, scattered 
curly long 
hair as the monsoon clouds, is it love, 
or mistletoe, an enchantment 
spell which is going to 
tame my passion, 
who are you, 
in the 
broad daylight throwing the strings of 
fascination, an omission drags
toward the mystic zymosis,
are you sitting on the 
boat, or dream
is going
to navigate toward the deep firth, for 
meeting the mosaic colored 
the strange ocean, 
who're you,
in midnight abnormally knocking the 
door of heart - - - 

 painting by Albert Bierstadt

THE INVISIBLE SENTINEL 

white collared face, are you the same,
who had betrayed me in the 
nook of life, and 
perhaps
thought, that I would be finish in the
darkness, but that wasn't 
happened, are you
 the same
persona,once allured to show the
exhibitionand played with
my innocence, 
exploited
the 
body and mind, again you failed to 
ruin the existence, are you
the same clergyman 
ever forced me
for the 
confession,
though I hadn't commited the sin,
but I looked your sordid 
face in the dimmed
light, when 
you had squashed the buds, are you 
similar shadow of cemetery tree
which doesn't allow any 
other bush to grow, 
but your 
pseudo prophecy couldn't stop to
bloom the wild blossom,
are you the same 
benignant,
taught 
the follower for non violence but in 
real life hidden in the mist of
cruelty, as cultivation
of beautiful 
lantana, 
however, you can't get the life, because
it's not in your hand, the invisible
protector can see through
the darkness, nobody
can betray easily 
to that 
person, continuous alert sentinel of 
instinct and soul  - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
light and shadow