Sunday 13 May 2012


THE POTENTIAL RAIN 

quiet evening, the sun has ended 
its travel, some unexpressed 
emotions; restless 
heart's desire;
hidden
stories in your eyes, side changing
latent dream; inducing some 
embolism, touching the
bottom of heart;
a feeling,
blooming the proximity with new 
definition, surrounding the
tiny clouds of
fragrance,
a trance, a passion, the scattering 
will ! do not know, where, we
have get lost, or unable
to find the way of 
the senses, 
an elusive atmosphere is ahead to
convert the life, into the
aesthetic turmoil,
what's
consequence finally, can't predict 
in this turning point - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
art - ANNE PACKARD ART PRINTS
THE SURRENDER OF NIGHT
wounded night has travelled alone;
across the immense spiny desert,
smeared with severe pain of
severance, perhaps some
accord was between
you and moonlit
mystery;
neither you’ve came nor the beam
of moon sprinkled on the gloomy
dunes of life, the dried out a
river and nomadic sand
piper sang the song
of rainy season;
although
the sky had no single piece of cloud,
the swarm of glow worm flapped
the wings entire night, don’t
know why; illumination
didn’t appear, the
darkness
reached to extreme opaqueness; the
shadow even lost the escort, at
last; the stars have sank one
by one in the dark dust
of cosmos, the vast
emptiness was
left over
on the chest, eyelash couldn’t incline
for a moment, dreams have left
the delicate net of mind, in
the end of travel, night
has capitulated the
persona with
depressing
mood into the lip of eastern horizon - -
before the dawn - by albert bierstadt