PERHAPS ONE DAY

In the slope of foothills, wild basils’

Aroma moves with nomadic wind,

Over the medieval tribal temple, on

The bamboo twigs moon floats, in

Its way, in the violet darkness, life

Hang around for you, in the vicinity

Lemony essence rouses the night,

Little by little, droopy feeling wants

To touch, feel your love through the

Nerves, illusive sentiments exhaust –

Shortly, as touch of lips creates new

Definition, abstract art converts to

Realistic beauty, night moves across

The subversive flow, along the glitzy

Feeling, emotion overlies the body -

And mind by the stratum of desires,

All the residues of the life floats near

The edge, nuisance, pain, shadow,

Failures, completely gloomy thought,

Suddenly becomes the unblemished,

Beautifully crystallized dew drops, we

Stared the sky with novel potentials,

An endless search, new planet of love,

Perhaps one-day discovery would be

Proved, fleeting moment said to us,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  painting by   Julie Gilbert-Pollard.
  

  
  

THROUGH THE GAP OF CURTAIN

Darkness grabs all outer nobility, the

Veil moves gradually from the face,

In the open bluish space, moon plays

Game of hide and seek, in the chest

Of night, compacted desires open the

Cells of nectar, such moments have

Its own beauty, in the hexagon hollow

Of love, your reflection appears with

Multi dimension, heart imitates the way

Of swirling bees, the wax of hesitation,

Uncertainty, becomes the melting fluid,

On that secret zenith point, the life wants

Your dominion on the corporeal planet,

After the possession of body and soul,

Revolutionary creation takes place, amid

The two rivers the left over space grows,

The wild grassy bloom, in moonlight, they

Illuminate in amethyst color, life becomes

The precious, rare crystal, emotion gets

The cool perception as a sudden rain in

The arid land, acacia thorns collect the

Water for survival, sun wakes up as weaver

Birds make the noise, first ray of dawn

Touches the exposed realism of life, we

Pulls the drape to avoid the mystery of

Night, shining drops existed in eye rims,

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 
painting - Leahpeah : Night Tree

BEYOND THE DESTINY 

he couldn't give the acquaintance, before 

saying any thing, they announced the 

verdict, countless celestial flowers lost

on that moment on the sacrificial altar !

eclipsed moon reappeared from the 

clutches of umbra, sun sank in some 

unknown bluish world, extended arms

of someone, said - I know him, I loved,

felt his existence in everything, in the 

tear of outcast eyes, on the street of 

infamous settlement, in the darkness

of battle ground, wept alone bowed 

head, in silence of painful screams, he

walked in tottering way, in the gloomy

evening sitting under the lamppost,

have seen him in form of some coins

in the chilblained cap, sometimes in 

the face of feeding baby with withered 

breast, sometimes I have looked him

in the smile of street child selling the 

flowers, for your beautiful intoxicated  

twilight, it's not cursed identity, the 

realism of life is more pure than venom,

let him forgive, which is not alive,

then why the gemot, let humanity come

alive, destiny is not the final judgment,

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

painting - humanity - By Dan Gheno