TILL THE LAST BREATH - -

Do not know in which turn they
have twisted their move,
like the seasonal
clouds, again
the sky
of
life looking a little bit lost in its -
blueness, anyway the
season has its own
compulsion, and
familiar faces
aren't out
of this
world, so just assimilation is the
only option whatever is the
mood of surrounded
affinity, indeed
every desire
isn't the
final
destination, the life has to make
sand castles again and
again - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE GAME OF WAVES - -

Today, when I looked back
towards the path of
decades believe
me you're
still
smiling with the evergreen
emotion, tho' I know
the darkness
wasn't so
joyful
however, that's the beauty
of life, sometimes a
lot without effort
and many
times
just empty lap, but the tour
of breath remained as
usual in its graphic
way sometimes
suffocation
on the
axis
and sometimes wingless - -
flight beyond the apex,
that's the life just
the game of
waves.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 



 

MELTING DROPLETS - -

Beyond the window panes, the -
endless vision goes in the
far flung horizons, some
unexplored path of
wilderness but
the inner
world
of
the life often remains just ignored,
as the blooming dales of the
undiscovered forest, your
amour has a rare
glamour which
brings the
persona
toward
the
mystic impulsion of resurgence - -
the emotions often become
the path of the galaxy
which glares with
amazing beauty, 
the drop lets
of the
window panes melt gradually and
the morning looks more
beautiful ever - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL



 

ALIVE FROM INSIDE - - -

Do not lose hope, the world is
circular, somewhere we
will meet again one
day, this isn't the
last halt, we
have to
go
beyond the undefined skyline,
tho' the past moments
have tormented a
lot, but the
craze
of
travel never be discouraged - -
and that's why the desire
of reunion remained as
the amaranthine
flower of pure
emotion
tho'
life has faced many seasons of
scorching sun, but the wet
emotion remained as
usual hydrous
and alive
from
inside, and that's the reason - -
of the evergreen smile - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE HANDFUL OF LIGHT - -

Some newness, some unleashed flight
is necessary for the life, the same
day and night often makes
the emotion so grey
and gloomy,
alas !
the innocent childhood, still calls from -
the far - flung, the rainy days of
mountains, the emerging
vapours, and the
kissing clouds
on the
peaks of lush green hills, somewhere in
the dense forest, Mahadev hills of
Balaghat, often life searches
those purple wildflowers
which only grows
in the rainy
season,
still
heart desires to run behind the shadow
of clouds, you remember or not but
my emotions are still soaked, as
wet before, though many
decades passed
we never
met
again, but desires never die, perhaps - -
one day I'll again cage you in my
palm as a firefly of dark
night !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

SOME DESIRED MOMENTS - -

Some passed drenched moments,
some whispering morning wind,
some familiar fragrance
perhaps, some
memorable
proximity
often
exists as a chronic intoxication - - -
some rainy midnights, the -
touch of some deep
breath, and the
long sweet
tiredness,
often
fills the outcry of the deserted chest,
cannot deny it, that every soul
needs the ointment of
affection, without
desire there's
no life.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 

NOBODY WAITS - -

Maybe mirror doesn't know the compromise,
however, the life never leaves the hope,
and wipes out times to time, dust
of despair, on that narrow -
streak, often your love
flickers with new
dream of last
o' clock,
believe me, the persona comes back from - -
dark caves of the nightmare, in the end
of barnacle travel, the soul gets rest
in your breath of affinity, tho' it's
indelible truth, that nobody
waits for a person who
remains behind of
the caravan,
often
that alone traveler has to find out the address -
of the morning - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL