HOOD MAN - BLIND - -

let's play again, the game of infancy,
on the threshold I'll be, closed 
eyes, you've to hide 
behind the 
door, 
in that surprised embrace, there - - 
shouldn't be any passionate 
artifice, just decades 
back innocence,
unclouded 
sky !
just try to get my ingenuity, in your - - 
heart, do not think more than 
that, an affinity undefined,
which will fill the 
tears in my 
eyes,
just weep falsely, keeping palm on - -
impish eyes, maybe dramatized
love me again, with same 
guileless, a puerility
more matured
than life,
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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Bev well s art  blooming window

THE WET REALIZATION - -

somnolent eyes, dank cimmerian and 
familiar knock at the door, again 
somebody silently desires 
to touch the ripple -
less feeling,
you -
know, often I avoided to think for you,
and frequently, buried step, you've
entered in my life, that -
intrusion has a 
different
occupancy, hard to explain in the web
of words, just a matter of feeling,
your arrival, creates an 
uneasiness and 
your return,
leaves
the vast emptiness, do not know, why 
this happened, somewhere,
the soft smolder fire is 
your affection,
out of 
definition, infinite backwoods's fire - -
or something else, I do not 
know - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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art by -EVAGENY LUSHPIN

THE GRACE OF ENDLESS NIGHT - -

in the last last o'clock of night, when fallen 
the nocturnal flowers, on those shaky
moment, I've seen in your eyes
the fragrant life, some 
half bloom dream,
some latent
poetry,
on those velvety darkness, you've touched
my inner emotion, in that coyly face 
I've found an unprecedented 
spree of life ! the grace
of endless night -
was transient,
but I've 
been lived a long life in your love, indeed - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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Painting-by-Chitra-Vaidya