THE UNSEEN TOUCH - -

echoes have been returned to their 

origin, the alone lamp of the 

temple burned for some

time, neither any 

knock nor

visitor !

an emptiness, profound silence, the

flying pages, the peacock 

feather, the broken

eyeglass, life

is hidden 

some

where on the margin, as underlined

delphic word, your love remains

unsolved riddles, esoteric

incomprehensible,

but I feel that 

healing 

touch !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

 alone light 

THE TACTILE MOMENT - -

you're in front of me or an elixir urn is 

eager to flow over, this evening 

has its own glamour but 

lesser than your 

sliver, the 

drooping eyelid or tuberose cluster 

are eager to bloom, a rustle in 

the flower grove or you've

whispered some

passionate

verse, 

the indigotic darkness, shrinking the 

proximity, hard to say which 

side is superficies and 

where is the infinite

depth, strange

feeling

eddy prone moment, who knows the 

outcome of this obsession,

gliding away eroded 

shore ! and 

sinking

emerging the fragrant breath - - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by Susan Martin Spar

THE REALIZATION - -

how to explain you by the word's trap,

it's the matter of heart, if you 

couldn't read through 

the eyes, the 

implicit 

emotion remains half bloomed, the

wet dreams often emerges on 

the edge of misty river in 

the winter morning,

on the residue

of  surface,

floats

some fragrance unexplored - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  art by nandini karunamuni - India