SOMEONE INCOGNITO

Incognito is someone, loves me

A lot, for eternity but doesn’t accept

The reality, the pseudo character

On the other hand, something else,

I don’t know, heart says she wants

Me, from tip to toe, the seduction

Goes day and night, vamp’s behavior

Volatile gesture, incites the emotions

The invisible trap, body movement

Passionate smile, an arrow dipped in

Venom or honey, God knows, perhaps

The unsolved mystery follows me all

The time, she creates the chimera

Before my vision, I found myself hurt,

Nothing goes wrong with her, she

Travels above the wild blooms easily

As usual laughing, smiling, shaking -

Hands with strangers, familiar faces

Whenever I tried to go nearer, a

Ignorance look says me just wait in

Distance, immaturity of desire fails

Occasionally, I go behind, inflexible my

Feelings don’t wish negotiation, the

Flames go up and up, a villainous

Attitude in my perception consistently -

Was developed, other side miasma

Became thicker to burst in multi flow

I asked, do you love me or not, answer

Was amazing, she said, I waited for

This moment, that one day you would

Force me to accept the absolute love

Just like mannish way, with infinite chest.

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE TURNING POINT

On that revolving point, I left over

The enmity, negativity, and cynical view

Moreover, began to love the life

In that turning apex, in the rainy

Twilight, with wet sentiments I had

Seen the full-grown adolescent

In your dark, jovial deer–eyes

In the thunderous glance, I lost my

Naive heart, in your delicate palms

However, the rain lashed the city

The entire night, I wrote you the first love -

Letter after tearing several papers,

I do not know, where did poetry

Influenced the writing with a lot of

Spelling mistake, the first time I felt that

Words have fragrance too, this

Juvenile emotion erased for some

The moment Pythagoras, Einstein

On that agitated, violent condition

Keats, Shakespeare, conquered the mind

Later with meeting you again and

Again, the heart became the medieval

Renaissance moved freely on the

Art galleries searched for the meaning of

Love on the beautiful fresco, the life

Domesticated, influenced entirely

Now I love you more than life.

- SHANTANU SANAL

THE LUNATIC POSSESION

Above the swing-bridge moon risen

The wild stream covers up

Our dual shadow, beneath the waves

Nocturnal, aquatic creatures

Inhaling the milky ray, or grasping

The dreams, nobody knows

Walking on the unfamiliar way, in

Velvety darkness, suddenly

Nameless wild aroma makes mind

Bemused, in zero space, choice

Remains counting in fingers,

Do you remember, the first intimacy

The trembling touch, the inclined

Eyelashes, ashamed desire

Without sensation of lips, all the saga

Unfolded the eye contact,

Would you like to recall the earliest

That night when I proposed you

The tender closed vortex of emotion

The reason of restiveness, looking

The mirror several times, loneliness

Despite the fact that you were

Among the crowd of familiar faces

An endless silent search for me

While my heart was close to you, those

Beautiful feelings still addict you

Hence, you do not want to lose realm

Of romantics’ appeal, the glamour of

My persona, the severe obsession

The masculinity vigor, lunatic possession

I don’t know the core of that passion

That pulls you toward me repeatedly.

-SHANTANU SANYAL