THE ALPHA AND OMEGA

In the peninsula of life the optimism
resides on the adjoining land of trust
as a barrier reef emerges with dream
I hold your hand to cross the strip of
profound sea, the phrase of affection
creates the elegant colors into corals!
in the sturdy sand storm my emotions
wishes to refuge over the breastbone,
your feathery touch gives tranquility, as
birds hide the nestlings under wings!
the passing sound of cyclonic wind later
paused on the dune of sweet consent,
in the scarcity of rain you filled grottos
of stem, these unsolved bounties had
given the life to crack of heart, forever
found myself into new horizons, orchid
of life full- fledged whenever you cuddle
is it your persona a tall  fig tree goes -
towards the concave sky of milky night
in this space of allegiance I kneel down
to implore your hidden love for me, the
entirety of submit makes me the alpha
and omega, a thin line between beauty
and mystical power classified magnitude
of your value in life, I breathe the freshness.
--- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE CARAVAN OF LOVE

The harmonious chorus at the zenith
evening entreaties moving towards the
multicolored sky, the universe of love
shrinking to greet each other from Atlas
mountains to Kilimanjaro, the autocrats
have no more choice apart from to admit
the mass verdict, the soul of Pharaohs
underneath the pyramids is liberated, the
light of compassion moves from the dust
of Sahara to valleys of Colorado, we have
the streamlined the caravan of love, amity
civilization screams for food, ware, justice
for survival, the darkness of night prays
to deity of light, eliminate the disparity
DNA,blood groups are infinite as even,
homogeneous destiny created by nature,
the flourish branches of cherries says let me
breath together, the bunch of emotion is
interlaced since origin of humankind, the
migration of flowers never changes the cologne!
the barbed hedges are man made, the
beauty of heart is munificent, just knows to
smile, pain and glee are the part of shadow
and light goes simultaneously on the valley
of life, in the world of adoration the line
of serverance is extinct, devoted clouds may
look black, they love to burst on barren land.
---- SHANTANU SANYAL