Wednesday 22 February 2012


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the unpublished poetry of inner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 
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 - -