LET ME ADDICT MORE --

Who has gone after beautifying

The arena of heart in this

Lovely twilight leaving touch of

Red roses, sparse of aesthetic

Flamboyant clouds, fumes

Are raising toward the sky, isn’t

Cold flames existed beneath

The dry leaves, sleepy mountains

Don’t know the raison d'être

Why heart is beating in a way that

I’m flattering absent mind,

I don’t know what I’m searching

What I have lost, the mirror is

Before me, reflection wandering

In some other planet, have -

You seen the vanishing vapor of

Emotion, it was just here on

The edge of petals as a raindrop

On the tip of lacy leaf, God knows

Its drip down or someone absorbed

Who has given me a profound

Thirst, I’m chasing the shadow or

Trying to create a dream, an

Indication, a clap, a passionate call

Attracts all the time, somebody

Makes me awake in the deep sleep

By kissing on the forehead, or

Keeping delicate fingers on the lips

I don’t want to leave the bed,

Unfold the eyes, as a myth says

Night ending dream to be converted

In the realism, let me to addict more.

- SHANTANU SANYAL

NOSTALAGIC PROXIMITY

Nostalgia of your proximity

Never ends its recreates desires

As a cluster of jasmine, a bunch

Of wet emotions, I touch

Moreover, feel whiff of adoration

Your breath passes touching

The perception, spurs the

Sleeping feeling, to love you in

Astonishing way that dried

Barren plateau of life to be learn

To grow the saffron, to seed

The dreams make the portrayal of

Anonymous blooming flowers

Your purity of heart gives me often

Energy to germinate the new

Imagination for filling the colors on

Ashy sky, I lured the moon, galaxy

Provoked the midnight aurora

To create the panoramic passion, I

Appealed to nature to sustained

The beauty for your attraction

I loved to see you smiling whole the

Life, in will I have been written

Your name though I haven’t except

The delicate heart s possession

Some brittle pages of verses, inscribed

With blood, few lines of emotions

That’s all I have kept for you

Truly, I didn’t wish to get the name

Fame, money, divinity my life

Is derived from you, ends without

Any doubt to you, only you.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

GOOD - BYE FRIEND

I looked you first time

On the slanting stairs of wild

Trails at the hill station, laughing

In a group of colleagues

As a waterfalls falling down

Among the crystal gleam

I lost the heart in first sight, eyes

Were restless to see you

Again, in the moonless

Sky I hunt your face on the

Numinous world of stars, but you

Were busy in the bonfire

Next day in early morning we

Encounter to each other near the

Safari bus, everybody were busy to

View flora and fauna, river

Valley, thick forest, birds, mammals

I searched you in the cluster

Of wild bloom, near the

Cool cascade, in the calls of birds

On the surface of soft rays

Before the sun set, I consistently

Explored your presence,

Beneath the shadow of tree

On the petals of water lilies, in the

Prismatic dewdrops, everywhere

Next day, when I reached to

Railway platform, one train was

Geared up to depart, to some

Other destination, suddenly I found

Your face, standing on the door

You were waving the hand - - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

STRANGE CALL

From a long distance

Someone calls me at midnight

The familiar voice swims on wind

Goes through the church tower

Hides into cherry trees

Echoes flow on the silence

Unknown singer recites guitar near

The cemetery gate, souls are

Hypnotized, they sit leisurely

Listen calmly as a delicate scent

Influences the heart slowly

Far away may be passing

The speedy train

Whistles break the darkness

Moon says good-bye

Wild weeds relax for a moment

The terrain trembling goes

Down, left over some moonlight

Doesn’t want to leave the

Wetland, lotus have not bloom

Completely, I keep your

Photograph on the chest, trying

To sleep, I read your

E-mails frequently entire night

Search the address in your

Profile, but didn’t get any clue

The stranger call I think

Returned back to horizon line

An exhausted dream desires to sleep

On the lap of beautiful dawn

In backyard birds are twittering

I don’t know, why they wake

Up so earlier,

- SHANTANU SANYAL