Thursday, 9 December 2010


the beauty of life lost somewhere
we forgot the sharing the elation,
in the zenith was once our trust for
perception of grief,in the depth the
emotional flow is dried out, a doubt
is multiplied like the cancer, relations
became the venomous wild blossom,
in the genesis of humanity we have
migrated in different directions to get
a genteel land, we have settled, made
the great civilizations, the wilderness
we thought left us before centuries,
but the myth remained as usual with
religious doctrines, polluted day by day
the hunger to rule the planet made
by us, fanatic evolution of characters
reversed, failed to understand the sacrificed
souls for humanity, and followed the man
who had put the seeds of hatred, the
centuries passed we did not confessed
the sin, adopted the path to kill the
unbelievers, actually we never matured,
destroyed the planet, we once considered
this garden as a promise land for survival
the abhorrence made it desert of skeleton,
--- shantanu sanyal


the obstinate, my heart desires
to touch the conflagration of love
i decided to pass through the method
of gold extraction, let me to burn,
my love has infinite horizons, the
portrayal of my mortality is beyond
the definition, it couldn t be caged
only in your heart, have to go miles
away before the dawn my love has
no wings but it flies, earth to skies,
nomadic emotions - do not wish to
settle down, i promised to meet the
beautiful dreams,limitless hopes are
waiting but i love you passionately,
some sketches to be finished , some
colors required to fill for others, the
arts to be displayed only in the heart,
the walls of life gallery still wants
some more portraits of water colors,
made by times merging into tears,
--- shantanu sanyal


the verge has no regret, embraced
the omit of ocean, its destiny my
friend, sometimes venom becomes
the therapy for curing the mass,
its not possible to remove salinity
let me to collect some drops of tear
your eyes want to rest for moment,
grief was nothing whenever i looked
the surroundings of my limited world,
i looked the smile on the face of kid
who lost the parents in bomb blast ?
butterflies never forget to fly though
wings partially damaged by the thorns,
the chanting of evening prayer never
to be finished on stairs of Ganges, as the
great civilization is bigger than the ocean,
--- shantanu sanyal