THE CHANDELIER

Looped fervor, docile sentiments

Before the dusk, the chandelier

Moves, one end to other to touch

Your heart, expects radiant effect,

The creative desires have no rest,

Eccentric creeper tries to enter,

To hypnotize the gloominess of

Life, I know, the seductive touch of

Your eyes, makes an halo to grip

My genteel feelings, this way of

Looking towards my dormant,

Sleeping dreams, I intensely stalk

To your mysterious smile, while

Darkness creates more enigmas,

Moreover your cascaded laugh

Dissolves, the proud, the maleness,

Often I found myself beneath the

Cold flames, unseen ignition effects

The persona, this flouting process

Goes through the inner most, the

Sadism or extreme love brings

Me, near your beautiful planet, I

Become the nebula to merge in

Your unexplored terrain, this flare-up

Makes the natural lake, monsoon

Fills the everlasting thirst, your

Consents blooms in a sequence of

Lotus, the life rotates in axis of love.

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE CAMPHOR CRYSTALS

Affection were camphor crystals

Burnt quickly to ash, offering dish

Of deity has no trace of devotion,

Some pieces of sacred rice, flower

Basil leaves, colored powder, wet

Sandal remained on the surface of

Relation, tear drops searches the

Reason, it’s caused by smoke of

Sanctified flames or haunting by

Remembrance, the holy water has

Scattered on the residues, chanted

The hymn consistently by priest, the

Perfumed sticks had limited zest,

Smokes were born liberated, moved

In the parallel of wind, extinct into

The sky, in the skinny darkness of

Twilight, unsatisfied desires wept,

In the neighboring arena unknown

Pyre brings the compassion card, the

Stars have been sank leaving a

Path of nebula, on the banyan tree

Nothing has changed, the horn of

Ferry calls the life, the chimney says

Good-bye, the sound of conch floats

On the glittering, stable river waves,

Gradually ferry disappears, I’m

Before you since centuries, but face

Said, you didn’t identify my existence,

Time has made me rusted, I have

No introduction proof, I’m wanderer,

No, regret for that my beloved friend.

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE DAWN CHORUS

The woodland awaken with the

Dawn chorus, however steamy

Darkness is existed over the hills,

Night has shared some notable

Moments, somebody underlined

Delightfully the surface of heart,

“Made for each other” who have

Written on the hazy window -

Glass panes, Last night we gone

Astray in the misty forest,

Underneath the shadow of

Moonlit tall trees I have written

Poetry on your persona, the milky

Rays made some aesthetic

Drawings besides your heart, I

Filled stunning colors of nocturnal

Blooms, do you not feel the wet

Sensation, however in your breath

Masculine odor is yet subsisted,

The abandon dense clouds, in

Last before the daybreak, most

Probably they vanished after falling

Vigorously on the peak of mountain,

Just like your gentle smile, the

Ivory vapors are rising slowly

Towards the reflective blue sky,

Are you looking a dream? Beneath

The closed eyes tidal waves are

Playing with sinking moon, in this

Beautiful morning I don’t want

To wake up you, some more moment

Heart desires to see you, smiling

In sleep, so I’m going to curtain

The moisturized windowpanes,

Keeping the bunch of tender rose

Near your bed, leaving lip script -

Of good morning on your forehead,

Silently closed the doors, looking

Now lower valley with new life,

--- SHANTANU SANYAL