Monday 30 May 2011

THE LIFE - ENGLISH POETRY

THE ETERNAL WET GLOW
After intense summer noon the
The evening brings the spell of rain,
The brief cyclonic clouds finally
Disappears, soggy dusk, the wet
Pinkish beam fills our emotions,
The sluiced ivy leaves, shrunk
Fluff unfolds the wing of passion,
Heart desires to touch your lips, a
Wavy darkness creates the magic,
Persona becomes boondocks, the
Night carries the zest of winy
Fragrance, the eyes convey some
Mystifying conformities, we have
No control on sweet corollaries, it
Opens the trail of pensive valley,
In the sleeping hamlet, dreams
Have turned into drifting wings,
Searching the secret path to enter
Through nerves to mind, a sweet
Motion sings on the spinal cord,
Anxious night doesn’t relax, all the
Time throwing the moonlit web,
The whispering hum of heart beat
Goes deep to deeper, the stoma
Of skin spread out with beautiful
Hidden honey, in the backyard –
Nocturnal bloom abruptly splits the
Cubicle aroma, sweating moments
Converts the compliance of thirst,
Embracing curly climbers in the end
Shares the water drops, from leaves
To twig later trip down the moisture
On the surface of rough roots, the
First light knocks the door constantly,
Sluggish eyes searches the scattered
Layers on the floor, drops of love
Are evergreen never goes to dry, its
Difficult to hide, eternal wet glow,
It sustained in infinite way entire life.
  • SHANTANU SANYAL

Friday 27 May 2011

Beyond that sand dunes


In the solitary confinement
Emotion would be suffocate
My dear friend,
Before the spring, search the
Buddy to bloom with full
Sway in aesthetic way,
In the canvas of life, shades
Goes in waves, emotion
Need to scatter as
Fragrance doesn’t care the
The uneven surface,
Across the Blue Mountains
Dream sleeps,
The wings of love is restless,
Beyond that sand dunes
A planet has waited,
Before the twilight, do not
Forget to reach on the
Territory of tuber roses,
Who knows the mood of sky?
The dazzling moments
Comes rare in the life, just
Accept the proposal of
Smiling together, the magical
Aurora, the luminous
Event appears once a
Blue moon, delay in consent
Would be mistake, nothing
Is wrong to break the enclosed
Bars, liberation is the birth
Rights to surf on violent flow,
Alternatively, floating on
Steady blow, the gloomy face
Often rejects by mirror too,
I have called you with
Politeness to accept the pearls
Of dew, time has stayed on
Wild berry’s thorny tips,
Heart moves slowly towards
Eyes to edge of your lips,
Life walks cautiously, step by
Step on the narrow bridge,
To touch your wet emotions
Twilight becomes juvenile hope!
  • SHANTANU SANYAL