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

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

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 - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

   

before the dawn - by albert bierstadt