THE DENSITY OF LOVE

density of love, habitual to each other,

the warmth of breathing, the inner

sight inclusion, all together

made the invisible bond,

vision through the

darkness,

the feeling that somebody confining the

body, mind with a mysterious way,

entering through the nerves, cell,

pores, this sweet mutation fills

the probability for longer life,

I know, it’s not possible

to make an enduring

bridge of emotion,

but it’s also true,

without that

life has

no more charm, money, name fame

having the brittleness character, as

beautiful glass bud vase skids

away with little laxity,

the true attachment

if breaks, the

glue of

conciliation leaves the mark of crack,

authenticity never comes back,

a fear to break again creates

the delusion of doubt,

the phobia emerges

from the heart,

losing to

soul,

a big seismic disaster without waves,

ruins the life,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
  painting by -Syra Larkin
  
  
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THE QUESTION OF SURVIVAL

life has diverse dimensions, so simple

sometimes convoluted, from the

pavement to art gallery, graph

goes through defeat and

victory, that footpath’s

chalk sketch asked

the question to

destiny, my

face had

elite

impression, an aristocracy but

in the market I couldn’t able

to verify, as a fake coin

returned by often,

but cognizant

never died,

in the

vision that illumined feeble beam,

signified my persona, gloomy,

misty lane asked me about

secret of achievement,

thorns have had the

beauty, this was

the core

meaning, on the horizon, perhaps

the sun hypnotized by clouds,

but twilight couldn’t be

avoided, contract of

night with moon

wasn’t fair,

but I

performed honestly my swear, to

germinate embryonic dream,

your thirst had no frontiers

my commitments were

beyond masculine,

hence, the task

to grasp all

volcanic

vitality, I have evolved willpower,

now you have option to

select me as a device

or an human being,

on that point of

apex,

emotions might be remain quiet, life

doesn’t wish to run off from the

altar of sacrifice, it’s question

of survival, worship or

battlefield , no

matter.

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/