THE UNKNOWN WIND

Borderline couldn’t blocked, conscious

Of mine crossed, as winds in form of

invisible fragrance, desert

river, valley, canyon

sea, strange path

from thorny land to thriving mountain,

I hadn’t the permanent shelter,

sometimes stayed in the

heart of homeless

itinerant,

persona, verbal communiqué wasn’t –

the bay, I tried to learn the script

of emotion, touched the depth

affection, felt the meaning

of life, they laughed

I had shared

the smile,

the image of mine I found in their

eyes, same face of basilicas’

I looked sitting alone on

the stairs of temple,

I didn’t face any

difficulty

my needs were limited up to heart,

expectations were smaller, just

availability of space inside

the heart , a feeling

to love without any definition, colors,

life searches consistently to

that messianic shadow

to involve every

body

towards the interminable true beauty,

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

THE METEOR AND EARTH

That alluring gaze, towards me often

Created some atypical chaos, I tried,

To read the seductive expression, in

Those periods of mute signal, psyche

Has had no influence on heart, plays

With flamboyant colors, day a night, a

Drowsiness, intractable her behavior

Intoxicated the persona, this ardent

Sting plugs the wounds of life, muscles

Becomes immune waits for additional

Healing, excessive closeness, getting

To each other beyond the imagination,

In the vicinity an intense fragrance of

Thyme or nameless herb, dissolves the

Thrilling attachment, night gradually –

Reaches to mellowness, moonlit valley

Of saffron, and in the shadow of pines,

Life embraces you in inclusive way, as

A beautiful thirst of the centuries’ old,

The meeting of meteor and earth in

Incandescent ambiance of mystic night,

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

  
  

  PAINTING BY - LINDA JACOBSON

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.