REWRITING THE HISTORY

Life does not stay in one place

Please turn over the page, new

Notes has written by the season,

Wanderer clouds have indistinct

Objective, who are waiting on the

Bank, before I did not see them,

Looking toward the evening sky,

Those faces have been extinct or

Vanished, I do not know, a long

Time ago they resided near the

Gigantic River, erected victory -

Tower built the flying bridges to

Touch the sky, in the moonless

Night, it’s heard that they sit

Encircle to mourn the past epoch,

Ruins’ have nothing except the

Silence, the self-excavation says

History repeats itself, but when

And how, nobody knows, the

Shifting riverbed reminds often, the

Shadow leaves the company of

Body whenever destiny betrays,

Other sides barren land now

Blooming with new dreams, who

Left the umbra in appropriate time,

Have been crossed the intensity

Of eclipse, illumination is now

Inviting them for opulence, the

Wise souls resettled there, they do

Not cry for history, their aim is

To discover new trail to reach the

Unexplored, strange, millions galaxies,

• SHANTANU SANYAL

BENEATH THE TALL TREES

This world has no clemency, many

Times crusader had ransacked the

Temple and blamed to innocent,

The patches on the clothes were

Not the birthmark, injured emotion

Often sat on the court stairs to

Prove the honesty, nobody has the

Spare time to think for wet eyes,

I know that prosecutor, who

Delivered the long speech in the

Name of liberation, in the darkness

Numerous times, he sold the soul,

In exchange of few currencies,

The so-called messiah of community

Repeatedly hunted the lame

Herbivores, law of jungle is hidden

In the heart, the ointment of

Compassion has the dramatic appeal,

In search of opportunity his eyes

Betrayed several times, the patched

Clothes had some vulnerable stitch,

A fear to damage further, emotion

Preferred to strip it, this way

Of survival is reality of life, wounded

Dreams have no morning, they

Wait, perhaps for a miracle in life,

The daybreak on the beautiful

Aristocratic window, from the balcony

The landscape looks the paradise,

Beneath the tall trees, grasses are dried!

• SHANTANU SANYAL

THE SHARE 

 

Might be someone was messianic

Heart otherwise in this burning

Path not possible to walk bare feet,

They asked the raison d'être of our

Survival in the extreme desert, how

To elucidate that dreams do not

Want to surrender, let the moon has

To sleep for a moment on the

Silence of graveyard, souls geared up

To protest for justice, they don’t

Wait for morning, the horse of knight,

Refuse to oblige feudalism, here

Atrocities are not the nightmare it’s a

Challenge to prove the magnitude,

Though they didn’t unwind since a

Decade, by blazing chest, life is existed,

This shadow of ruined wall indicates

Morning is nearer to river bank, the

Whip hands lost the cord, speechless

Faces had the volcanic vigor, the Libra

Hands can’t cheat forever the mass,

The ersatz character has limitation

In the horizon hands are raising to sky,

They have no patience to wait for

Prophecy’s consequence, tonight has

To decide the fate of king and kin,

Souls have decided to follow the path

Of unseen messiah, lives in the

Perception of miseries, victim of injustice

Have been awaken to get their share,

• SHANTANU SANYAL