Saturday, 30 April 2011

AB INITIO



AB INITIO*
Since that ancient night, when
The earth was detached
From that unknown planet,
For an innovative existence,
My emotion was born
Somewhere in the dust and
Smoke of nebulae, in the
Cipher of the enormous
Universe, your heart moved to
Discover me as a shape of
Torrential rain, millions drops
Of my love rehabilitated your
Desires, as the globe in the end,
Ever since my soul is roaming,
To mobilize the fragmented
Persona, repeatedly incarnation
Gone through in forms of
Season, later I became the sky,
The infinite blaze, an eternal
Profundity never allowed
Me to relax a moment, this
Your illumination given the life
To me, from amoeba to
Homo sapiens, I sow the beauty
Of nature to adorn the
Infertile land, Ab initio my love
Pursued to you, to embrace,
To love you, endless is my phase.
*(from beginning)
- -SHANTANU SANYAL  

THE TOUCHSTONE

Self claimed touchstone often
Failed in their prophecy,
The buried gold never lost the
Authenticity, excavation
Of life recovered your beauty,
In the seam of coal layers
Illumination was hidden prolong,
Someone cut the crystal in a way
That diamonds gleam emerged
In your persona, envious
Eyes said its miracle of mystic
Power, the raison d'ĂȘtre
Is concealed in heart because
I know you love me, they
Asked the magic of beautiful
Life, you just smiled, the
Mystery of perfume remained
Unsolved under the emotion,
I seemed to you in this
Moment, as a tender red rose
Is eager to bloom in soft
Ray of dawn, but wet petals
Don’t want to leave each other,
As your dreamy eyes looks
Me with mute desire, feelings
Becomes pharaoh of ancient
Empire, heart writes pictographic
Script, this eye- language
Couldn’t deciphered by any one
Except us,
 - SHANTANU SANYAL

Friday, 29 April 2011

THE MID PATH

In the life, there is no lack of
Episodes that I keep as memoir
Alternatively, whom I have to
Overlook, it’s difficult to live
With wrecked dream, let create
Some new definitions, that
Tetragon had looted my
Glittering planet several times,
In this straight line, I met you,
Long-ago had its ruined sculpture,
Nearby is waited for final
Stoke, the art of life travels freely,
The bridge of survival sustained,
Every step is relevant, success is
The fragile doll, in the hand
It’s gold, if fall down just becomes
The clay, the destiny’s clouds
Have no certain path, across the
Mountain is the arid land,
Every so often it passes over the
That terrains but no rain,
In this twilight life has shared, few
Beautiful moments with you,
Who knows tomorrow would be
Hence, kind again, this way
Has various destinations, whom
To follow not easy to say,
Their knowledge were complicated,
My acceptance is obstinate,
In the transparency winner lingered
Undecided, in mid path,
I selected you so I loved you,
- SHANTANU SANYAL