THE PROPOSSAL

Wherever you would be

As an echo, my love will float,

Concealing the emotion,

Excusing the sickness, the

Glow of eyes, mysterious

Smile, an agitation would be

Appear in your silent face,

Unwillingly my name on

The lips will disclose all the

Story, deceiving to self is

Not so easy, under your own

Steam, the floor will break,

The misty emotion travels

Across the persona, it may be

Create mystification, how

Could be you manage sweet

Torment, moonlight will

Fill the salinity on the tender

Wounds, cold breathing,

Helplessness, searching in the

Zeros a dream of lost paradise,

I don’t know, how could be

The dark night will overtake by

You, in loneliness, shadow will

Ask you the reason of distress,

Answering is so difficult my

Dear, you can’t die, living would

Be also hard, how you can be

Face the condition of heart

Just think, before accepting the

Proposal of my love, a burning

Path is ahead my beloved.

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE OATH CEREMONY

Neither origin nor conclusion,

A flow moves subversive

Inner the perception,

A simple arithmetic that says

If my existence is before

You, it means whole the planet

Moves in its rotation,

All the logic created for self

Importance, the rope of

Breathing holds the beauty of

Life, heart beating flows

On the flowers, valleys, sea,

Desert, cascades, moon,

Sun, galaxies, stars because

I’m surviving, feeling emotion of

Wet eyes, mind is unstable,

As a Child picks beautiful cactus

Spiny touch is inevitable, the

Complicated definition is

In your eyes, my adoration has

Widespread outlook, don’t

Try to make the boundaries, here

No fear to loss, I didn’t lock

The doors, windows have no panes,

Let anyone to be included,

The soul’s congregation is tonight

The oath ceremony to be attend

By everybody no favoritism

Condition is just easy, have you

Tear drops in your eyes,

Could you walk on the flames?

Carrying the cross on the shoulders,

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE PAPER FLOWERS

This is fresh grief for you

Just my corporal planet is

Lit to fire, I know, it’s short term

Commotion, gradually nature

Would fill the wounds, the

Brittle pages of biography, one day

It will be scrap, I know the

Limit of dripping eyes,

Mirror wouldn’t accept it, no

Other way, you have to release the

Affection, existence, and missing

Are the parts of life,

Living together was beautiful,

Past doesn’t chase for longer time,

The train has passed rapidly

Dying sensation has left over on

The iron trail, slowly vibration

Calm down, the knitted floral lace

Of love would be dry, memories

Are negative photos, just

Keep inside the book and forget it,

The dust over the bud vase

Says life is beautiful just wipe down

And redecorate me, nobody in

The world wants to waste

The life for others, realities are

Truth, I know, one day the blank

Space would be filling, transitory

Emptiness has no meaning,

Tuber roses has a boundary for

Scattering the sweet fragrance after

Sometimes it becomes paper bloom,

- SHANTANU SANYAL