THE UNLEASHING KINK 

again rupture of the clouds, gone -

drenched wholeheartedly, 

the moment of 

evening, 

on 

the soaked body floats the poetic-

thrill, a calculation of lifetime

on some other day, these

drops are the rare

crystal just let

it to touch

inner

depth of afferent darkness, melting-

the concentric romance,

touching someone's

passionate

breathe

into

the nucleus of closed whorl of heart,

eager to scatter the scented

emotion, tonight life 

doesn't want

any 

compromise, snarl of the heart, let 

loose itself - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Rainy Evening, art by E. Lushpin
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE FRAGRANT MORNING 

how the night is gone, either heart knows

or the silent moonlight, the stubborn

dreams were sitting on the

threshold, with a lot of

complaints, it was

a strange vigil

last night,

ofcourse, stars lit the blue flame on the

sky, but the light was dull, lifeless

were all the celestial beauty;

with the great difficulty,

the slumber had

touched to 

my eyes,

maybe, in your planet, previous night - -

was the fair of fragrance, so far 

in your body, isn't  located 

beauty of blooming

vale, whose 

shadow

touched your conscience, that still you've 

the drowsiness of love fragrance - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Sara Qualey Paintings
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/