THE BROKEN ECHOES 

no I'm not that one, whom you searching,

I've erased long ago by gust of 

time, just a  embodied  

existence, that 

realization 

ever 

inhabited in your humid eyes, the feeling

to love some one without conditions, 

the unpublished poetry of inner

emotion, no I'm not  that 

dream which once

promised to 

bring the

revolution for bleak morning, the jaded

evening, premature death of 

night questioned often

to me why limited

bequest for 

semi 

bloom flowers, though your deceit didn't 

wipe my importance, no I'm not 

that, who can not return, 

my voice has the 

impression 

one day

indeed the broken echoes will get the 

path, may be today is yours - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Echoes of Grandeur - Sudeley Castle

THE MYSTERIOUS TRAIL

the transient night, century old

thirst, how to dwell the firm

sand castle on the coast

of agitated emotion,

who’s calling

from the

far-off,

life pursuing endlessly to touch

the wet echoes, across the

fragranced feeling of

your love nothing

remains to

desire,

then why extinguished flame

still indulged into rising

fumes, the delusion

of dreams pulls

one side

unseen

stoicism holds another end, the

perception goes through

the mosaic labyrinth,

the soul tries the

liberation from

the web of

mirage,

knowingly that on that particular

destination except the cipher

nothing is found, however

the golden antelope

doesn’t care the

trap, it runs

and runs,

unknown to the target of seeker,

life here searches to get the

escape corridor, release

from seductive replica,

freedom from all

the affection,

defeat

follows the mid path of realism,

the end of night brings you

rapidly more near to

heart, sentiment

returns losing

all the ego,

cerebral philosophy becomes –

extinct at last - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  mysterious - painting by Kaer Morhen