Whatever the address of genesis,
that's not a matter of discussion,
the whole world belongs to
the same sanctum -
sanctorum, all
humankind
links with
the
same point where the mother's - -
womb exists, the man-made
philosophy doesn't work
here, living creatures
have to breathe
in a natural
way, all
so -
called angelic dogmas are nothing
more than brainwashing, the
truth remains suppressed
beneath the darkness
of ignorance, in
point of fact
two things
are the
only
creates the structure of civilization
and those are the male and
female, but we fight with
each other uselessly,
for the unseen
deity, the
nature
goes
in its way, flowers bloom, and birds
make the nest, living creatures
do not wait for divine
permission,
Whatever
the
address of genesis, that's not a - -
matter of discussion.
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
Saturday, 24 December 2022
Friday, 4 November 2022
THE LAST TRAIN
The deserted and isolated platform,
the last train passed before a
few seconds, green and
red lights as usual
on and off in
a graphic
way,
tracks were breathed to relax a long
and hard work, a different feeling
prevailed in the atmosphere
a blank and steady
moments strange
but someone
very familiar
face,
sitting alone with the barren eyes
waiting for the next train,
long grey beard bent
backbones, worn
out body
shattered
soul,
dirty damaged clothes, sleepless
face, decade long dark deep
circle under the cracked
spectacles, lines, and
lines with several
wrinkles dry
and hard
injured
lips
forgotten to smile, died or forced
to die, destiny has the answer,
once beloved, first removed
from the so-called sweet
home later detached
the memories, as
a useless
antique
piece,
since that night, a man's endless
journey started---a long killer
night never ends to get the
first-morning train alone,
he started walking on
the tracks, slowly
the image---
disappeared into the horizon, to
an unknown destination!
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
the last train passed before a
few seconds, green and
red lights as usual
on and off in
a graphic
way,
tracks were breathed to relax a long
and hard work, a different feeling
prevailed in the atmosphere
a blank and steady
moments strange
but someone
very familiar
face,
sitting alone with the barren eyes
waiting for the next train,
long grey beard bent
backbones, worn
out body
shattered
soul,
dirty damaged clothes, sleepless
face, decade long dark deep
circle under the cracked
spectacles, lines, and
lines with several
wrinkles dry
and hard
injured
lips
forgotten to smile, died or forced
to die, destiny has the answer,
once beloved, first removed
from the so-called sweet
home later detached
the memories, as
a useless
antique
piece,
since that night, a man's endless
journey started---a long killer
night never ends to get the
first-morning train alone,
he started walking on
the tracks, slowly
the image---
disappeared into the horizon, to
an unknown destination!
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
Friday, 5 August 2022
Alone Traveller - -
The mirror of the time has
versatile art of rotation,
nobody succeeds
to stay with
fake
farce, often I erase my own
creation, I'm walking on
the glass looking
towards the
sky,
beneath it is a deep valley,
I haven't time to look
down, there's no
option in this
do-or-die
situation,
all bonds were camphoric
attachment, so no
more repentance,
alone traveller
has always
free
infatuation. - - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
versatile art of rotation,
nobody succeeds
to stay with
fake
farce, often I erase my own
creation, I'm walking on
the glass looking
towards the
sky,
beneath it is a deep valley,
I haven't time to look
down, there's no
option in this
do-or-die
situation,
all bonds were camphoric
attachment, so no
more repentance,
alone traveller
has always
free
infatuation. - - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
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