THE MID PATH

In the life, there is no lack of

Episodes that I keep as memoir

Alternatively, whom I have to

Overlook, it’s difficult to live

With wrecked dream, let create

Some new definitions, that

Tetragon had looted my

Glittering planet several times,

In this straight line, I met you,

Long-ago had its ruined sculpture,

Nearby is waited for final

Stoke, the art of life travels freely,

The bridge of survival sustained,

Every step is relevant, success is

The fragile doll, in the hand

It’s gold, if fall down just becomes

The clay, the destiny’s clouds

Have no certain path, across the

Mountain is the arid land,

Every so often it passes over the

That terrains but no rain,

In this twilight life has shared, few

Beautiful moments with you,

Who knows tomorrow would be

Hence, kind again, this way

Has various destinations, whom

To follow not easy to say,

Their knowledge were complicated,

My acceptance is obstinate,

In the transparency winner lingered

Undecided, in mid path,

I selected you so I loved you,

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE LOST PARADISE

Until now, I remember that
Rainy night, when we lost the
Path in the mystic woodland,
Moonlit valley, submerged
Passion with awesome fragrance,
Rising emotion together the
Dreamy moon, moisturized
Moment of lost paradise,
Beneath the cyclonic clouds, the
Flying of cygnets, the warmth
Of breathing, healing touch
Of life, sinking of luminaries
One by one, the scattering of
Galaxy into the cavity of night,
Awakening of a misty forest,
Revolution of dreams on the edge
Of your dove eyes, picking
The tiny wild bloom underneath
The anonymous tall tree,
Splashing the lake water into each
Other body, that lunatic laugh!
The nocturnal bird's surprised look,
Dragging your hand as you
Desired to walk on the lotus leaves,
Gazing at the sky to get the dew
Drops on the smiling face,
Sleeping carelessly on the smooth
Rock, counting the moving stars,
Unknowingly embrace as strange
Calls made the mysterious moment,
However, that was a monsoon night,
But the rain was far away, just a
Spell, some drops of water,
Moon had played hide and
Seek, the entire night we were moved
As a fanatical tributary, we lived
A full life in a night, in the first ray
We felt that the planet is
Left behind a distance, nobody
Recognized as we passed silently
Before the ruined temple, near
The tomb, among the crowd,
They may be rejected us, but we have
Had also forgotten them, we reached
In the lost paradise,
-- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE MIDNIGHT MASS

Inclined spines, distress faces,

Midnight procession,

The shadows are passing,

Towards the basilica end,

Carrying candles in their hands,

This mute protest often,

Agitated my heart, soul, brain,

A curiosity didn’t allow me

To sleep peacefully, I followed

Them, reached nearer

And found all are familiar faces

Abandoned by society,

Forgotten by flow of time,

What they want, where is their

Destination, a swarm of questions

A cloud of grief goes through,

Somber looks says why god

Has made us lesser

Destiny’s children, we wanted

To bloom just like you

Just like them, why didn’t we

Get our little share,

Our dreams were tender, innocent,

We didn’t claim for beatification,

A privilege to survive parallel

To others, the closed door

Of cathedral opens itself,

A strange illumination emerged

Bleeding man steps down

Says look me I’m hurt, wounded but

I didn’t forget to smile

He looks towards the mystical sky

Raising hands towards unknown,

Unidentified, face, with

Wet eyes he prays, the tear drops

Fall down, I looked, in the

Eastern sky gradually clouds are

Moving as a beautiful flowers

Blooming, scattering the colors,

Submissive mass returns

With new dreams in their eyes

From far away I looked

The church slowly becoming

The temple, synagogue, sometimes

It looks like the pagoda,

The flute s sound is floating on

Wind over the barren valleys

-- SHANTANU SANYAL