THEN THE SAME NIGHT

Again night's silence, the same desire;
to find the life; within the meaning,
the same style as yours, lethal,
then I'm once again the
moth of night,
you're the
flame everlasting; ready to singe my -
masculinity, a graph serpentine,
the growing fog, mysterious,
again a cascade wants
to sweep away me,
in the land of
dream -
obsessive - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by Ivan Aivazovsky 1

THE HIDING CALL 

in the first rain shower; like an obstinate child; 

sometimes heart wants to soak the bare 

body, under the open sky; on the 

lush green field near the wild 

stream, playing with 

dusty water,

making

the paper boat, splashing the water to each

other; on the slippery mound walking 

in a crazy way, heart wants to 

touch the velvet worm, 

in the wet evening

hide and seek,

as glow of

fire fly, 

life wants to play the missing play, the first 

innocent kiss, the first love letter with

lot of spelling mistake, life wants

to run behind the butterflies, 

seeing the rainbow with

dreamy eyes, many 

more; but alas

childhood 

doesn't comeback; it teases hiding behind 

the massive tree of memory - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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Painting by Edward Henry Potthast 

IT'S NOT A DREAM - -

why my body has become like of glass;

this is a transparent feeling, or

disintegrating yearning,

it has fallen into

the fire, or

have

seeks regenerate, this belongs to -

someone; or it's my illusion, 

the breathing has rapid

velocity, such as

the boom

has

suppressed, in the waves of heart has 

a strange turbulence, I don't know;

what, it wants to touch, the 

inclined sky or the 

innermost 

valley 

of oceanic conscience, however this 

was happened since a few days, 

when we first met; under the 

shade of stars; in the 

world of sorcerer

moonlight,

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
wildflower painting by lynn benevento