THE MAKESHIFT CAMP - -

do not hold me to yourself, I'm stream

flow, wouldn't be ceased, an 

emerging spring to 

overflow,

do not dissolve me into your emotion,

I'm an unleashing sublime sky,

carrying extensive 

leniency in the

heart, 

restless for scattering as the cool - -

moonlight, do not brace me 

in your compressed 

arms, I'm nomad

from birth, 

wishing 

to traverse all man made boundaries,

do not love me to more than 

yourself, I'm fetterless 

passion, wouldn't

be stay in 

your 

bounded terms, I'm the liberated - - 

soul, I haven't the permanent  

address - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
garden2- no idea about painter 

WHO KNOWS - -

from your abysmal eyes, some dreams 

are peeking with new definition, 

the variable season has 

its own compulsion,

who knows 

the 

illusive night will forget again, the path

of morning, let collect some 

moonlit perception 

dipped in dew

droplets, 

who 

knows, the last oclock's desire, other - 

wise, an emptiness somewhere,

will be remain in the life - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art - moonlit evening by Linda Mutti 

THE READING OF FACE - -

I've to go in that wet perception, where 

inanity loses the gravity, the life gets

some amazing meaning of 

beauty, a charming 

emotion rises

from the 

imperturbable conscience, everything

looks refined from the innermost,

pseudo coating doesn't

halt on the surface,

it falls as the 

autumn

leaf one by one, body and mind gets - 

the gloriole of truth, emotion 

absorbs primness of 

new leaf, the 

life gets 

the self sense, a feeling to read the - -

anguished face of others - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Ewan McAnuff