THE TRANSMUTATION - -

In the pin-drop silence of
the night, life replaces
the darkness with
a slough of
moonlight,
in the
wilderness of naked truth,
all leaves fall gradually,
those moments
never-to-be-
forgotten,
the
swapping of body and soul
with each other, the
nature looks
speechlessly
our
metamorphosis, as a wing
of a butterfly comes
out from the
cocoon
slowly,
in
the moonlit river, waves
write silently Omar
Khayyam's
poetry,
your
love breaks all the man-
made boundaries,
creates new
horizon
of
beauty - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL

DODGING TO THE DEATH - -

A strange fallacy often brings
me in the blankness of
arid, tho' you were
just near me,
sometimes
life
becomes the wild river, a light
rain of happiness breaks
the piers, whenever
you've
unexpectedly touched me, do
not know where's the
destination of
broken
stars,
in your mystic eyes, I've seen
the origin of the milky way,
the account of life
never ends,
let it be
in its
place, whenever you came,
it looks like you never
separated from
my existence,
as soon
as
you disappear everything
looks like the glacial
era, the earth
freezes,
the
sky becomes the endless grey
smoke, do not know how this
attachment crossing
years and years
perhaps it
will go
in an
infinitive way, even it dodging - -
the death - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL

NOBODY WAITS -

After many decades of traceless,
I've returned to the suburban
lane of the past, in search
of innocence love,
those hidden
corners
of life
are changed in a big way, once
there was a banyan tree,
a twittering ceremony
of birds often held
there, when
evening
comes
down slowly into the river, the
nocturnal blooms began
to spread the magical
scent of wild
jasmine,
in the
ruins of the ancient temple,
someone waits for me
after giving seduction
to the world, we
haven't fear
the
venomous serpents, beneath
the grove of bamboo
plants, we weaved
dreams for life,
we have
written
endless poetry beyond the - -
boundary of literature,
we didn't follow the
rule of grammar
and crossed
all skylines
of
manmade, and reached to the
unknown world of passion,
tho' that journey remained
shorter but unfinished,
the wind wheel of
time moving in
its place,
everything is changed, suburban
has no more existed now it's part
of the metropolis, I didn't
get your address, it's
time to go
back - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL