Monday, 31 October 2011








THE DROP SCENE

the rival whom I searched in the crowd,
in the acute desire, across the
dreamy sky, around  the
cognition of love and
hate, nobody was
except the
shadow
of mine, for the complacency, all faces
I found covered in pseudo mask,
mosaic facade, on that
segmental arch
droplets of
mirage,
allured my persona, molded as they -
have decided, given shape
according their needs,
on the path of life,
accusation
was
meaningless, agonies created only -
by me, heart tried to touch
the brightness blindly,
consequences !
blisters
on the
palm, though off and on brittle moment
kissed the dripping wounds, to
get more than destiny, the
yearning grown in multi
fold way, perception
has nude beauty,
it wants to
see all
hidden organs, the fear of aging is the -
universal truth, mirror hadn't the
miraculous power, stranded
body looked in amazed
way, night get down
slowly from the
chest of
blues,
far away morning tempting the soul, even
I wanted to to love you everlasting,
it couldn't be, except you also -
someone loves me, here
part of playlet has
curtained
mystery - - -
- - - SHANTANU SANYAL

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Sunday, 30 October 2011


IT DIDN'T INSIPID 

mottoed frill of evening clouds, gently
swarming on the western sky, life 
draws some sketch of  dream, 
few hexagonal cells, wants
to fill honey dipped
moments of 
love, 
I know, the fluctuations, rise and fall, 
withered before the blooming,
abruption of hopes like 
leaves, indigence
nevertheless 
heart 
doesn't wish to pass up the smile, 
what's happened if sometimes
destiny changes the acies,
in your affection I wait
pouring rain, tried 
to enlink the 
broken 
glass,
on that pellucid surface, it's true -
several times teardrops
have been emerged,
but your image in
my eyes,never 
allowed to
spill
out them, day and night, challenging
waves of time, dismantled the
euphoria, crushed the 
expectation, but 
my passion to 
get you 
near 
the chest, internal soul, it didn't insipid -

Saturday, 29 October 2011

DIFFICULT TO SAY


Here horizon dazzles the beauty of

conscience, in the depth of
heart your spellbound
image emerged,
 reflection
of love
defuses from the curled emotion,
surface of ocean confused
several times to touch
the mosaic fringe of
submitting
point,
centuries have passed, the sun
waits for a glance of night
before transit to other
land of gloom,
in that
night, it's said two body having one
soul, often come out from the
ancient temple of dense
woodland, in the mid
night they bloom
as wild flower,
in that
fragrance I search your existence !
in the tinsel waves of that
crazy stream, moon
didn't find out
the exit
gate,
on that mysterious semi circular arch,
life waits for you, to show the
flame of desire, hitherto
inner earth's ignition
never extinct,
in that
pyre flame my love have been crossed,
now approval is hidden in your
heart to declare the intent,
that how much a person
can go through in
the process of
purity.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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Thursday, 27 October 2011

SWEET SCENTED NIGHT




that adventitious moment created new 
immense of corporeal unification,
life searched the cell of aroma,
efflorescence of eternal 
bloom, nest location -
where we had 
assumed 
each other, as flame fused inside the -
prairiie fire, chasm of passion
erupted, involved all the 
mysteries of relation, 
plumbaginous
blackness 
filled 
the ambrosia in the soul, into the nerves
myriad emotion of love floated, as
moonlit wild bloom becomes 
maverick dream, moves 
freely, flirting with 
cumbersome
midnight -
wind, 
body odor, warmth of breath, intensive -
touch of vivid lips, nearness, ray 
of milky way, entirely blaxe -
bath, life looks the sky
with full gratification,
before the dawn 
falling of 
passion flower damped into dew drops,


Wednesday, 26 October 2011


THREAD-LESS EMOTION
tinsel sky tonight filled unique rarity 
in the unclouded lap of life, my 
latent emotion, somnolence 
passion, a complete 
hangover brings 
nearer to you, 
it's said 
that in from your eyes, synaphea of 
fascination flows day and night,
stars forget the way, moon 
deviates across the blue
waves, the sweat of 
your frons makes
the paranoia,
heart gets
refuge near the trembling lip's edge,
I feel hypnotized supremacy in 
my persona, life moves as
wild flower swirls in the
circle of fragrance, 
the perfect 
touch 
of your resplendent love, never allows 
me to scattering, eternally body, 
soul remains in your fingers, 
as a puppet, I had have 
no control on me, 
just like a kite 
without
thread, desires rotate in the clear sky !

--- SHANTANU SANYAL  

Tuesday, 25 October 2011


SOMETIMES IF ----

when darkness falls in the vicinity of 
cemetery of by gone era, life 
becomes active to 
weave the 
dream 
for survival, the silence have had a -
different language, often I felt,
moan of insatiate emotion,
gathering as evening's 
adventitious
clouds, 
appears on the western blue waves,
on that dejection moments,
heart searches your 
lively breath, 
hylic -
binding, exposure of complete body 
and soul, in earnest acceptance,
motivation for creative, fresh 
meaning of life, a feeling
of animation, the
coolness of 
oasis, 



Monday, 24 October 2011


THE UNDEFINED TRUTH 

fervid sensation in inner aperture, lips 
becomes the source of unknown 
fire, that domination gradually 
makes me trailer as night 
goes through lush 
darkness
almost crawling flames of passion, or
semi- dormant century old thirst,
abruptly arouses in the mid
night, decorous emotion
slowly steps towards
the denudation, 
bewitched
her incantation allures my persona as 
full moon dissolves in the sky, the
brilliant blue reflects but fails
to trace the lost path of 
moon, only some 
wet dust of 
nebula 
remains on cipher surface of cosmos,
I had have no interest to collect
the scattered outer layers 
on the floor, tonight 
let me live in the
untameable
world of 
realism, far away from pseudo planet,
so called the civilized,  pretense
world, in this moment I have 
no desire for a space 
in the celestial 
riddles,
just
 do not knock the portal of my life here,


Sunday, 23 October 2011


THE BURNING PLEDGE

Self-analysis goes often in the mind,
impenetrable darkness, all at
once becomes awaken,
the pages of life’s
record book,
breathed
by
subterranean way, the mystic night
asked the peculiar questions,
the feeble beam of
moonlight or
movements
of cornea
beneath the closed eyelids, did -
create the dream? Exploring
the truth is difficult in the
mid waves of turmoil
river, I hadn’t any
witness to
prove
that many times sailor had pushed
into the depth of vortex, and
simply blamed to cyclone,
destiny remained
silent ,
in distance as the wordless spectators,
something was in undying heart
that at all the times I tried to
save the conscious from
submersing,
willingly
or unwillingly I couldn’t succeed to –
auction my perception, though
calls were thunderous with
glittering hammer, this
character of mine
made entirely
immune, wounded persona never died,
may be empty hands, torn clothes,
naked legs, with ruined dreams,
but I waited for you, on the
edge of stiffed valleys,
on the prickly path,
I walked straight,
As burning
Pledge,
On the palm of fate, I smiled for you,