THE QUIESCENT MOMENT - -

Where the life stops for anyone, - 

everything is the matter 

of moment, where 

I'm today, there

tomorrow

will be

someone, respectively, replenish

the spaces, that turning point 

had its own compulsion,

though the mile 

stone has

looked

with hydrous eye, however the - - 

eternal emptiness has 

the short life, time 

maybe fill the

cavity of 

wound, but the feeling of pain will

not get the salvation, it'll

chase throughout 

the ages,

season has its own priority list - - 

I do not know, where is 

that tear droplet 

which fell 

down 

silently on the skeleton leaf - - - - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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Painting by M Diane Bonaparte 

I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING - -

Neither on the earth nor in the sky,

not near the mysterious 

horizon, but it's

certain,

somewhere, you've exchanged -

the emotion with long sigh, 

changed the life 

silently !

I don't remember where and how,

the dream became true, 

in the desert 

evening 

as clouds emerged and scattered

randomly, neither you've

thought nor the 

waves of 

my heart, predicted the untimely - - 

rain, it had to be, it has 

happened - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

 

DO NOT CALL ME - -

Go back you all the shadow of the earth,
from here, the solitary journey
begins, expressionless
the familiar faces,
the stranger
look
of moonlit arcade, unknown silvan -
bloom and too long the trail
of transmigration, do
not call me with
nickname,
now no
longer possible to return, do not wait
for me, just lit a candle on the
path of darkness, where
I've been left over
the earthly
love,
a dream to become the infinite scent,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

THE BEAUTY OF TRUTH - -

The trail of emotion goes in its
mysterious way, it's too
hard to understand
the self-image,
sometimes
the inner
mirror refuses for reflections - -
and we found ourselves
very lonely, indeed
many times,
when
the aspires revolute against the
life, the sudden increase of
complaints makes us
apathetic from
survival
and
we wander on the fogy path of
cryptic desire ! But morning
has its own true beauty,
and often we've to
return on the
land of
reality - - the land of reflection !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

PRE - DECIDED - -

          
                    Everything has its own judgment - -

day, but at some point, doesn't
control by anyone and
that's the reason we
follow the
path
of invisible entity, indeed whenever
life faces an attack of undesired
elements, we run behind the
mysterious shadows,
and from
there,
the labyrinth path begins towards -
the blind well, actually we do
not recognize the account
of the deeds, and
becomes the
prey of
mirage, just an endless race, but -
nowhere is the address of
destination, only the
disorientation,
and the
extensive emptiness of the desert
steppe!

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL

ON THE TIP OF SWORD - -

After every night, the morning is definite,
do not look at me with perplexity,
I already told you, in past
days, I'll again
emerge
from
the depth of dense darkness, promise
or challenge, whatever was,
but I've handled myself, the
the shaded part of life
gradually now
becoming
grey,
maybe, you've to recalculate my value
in your eyes, defeat and victory
are the phase of life, the
game of tail and
head remains
in the
bounce of destiny, like shore shifting
river of the delta, your attitude will
create a vast jejune in
your heart, you're
still immature
in love,
before falling into the abysmal depth of
ocean, try to convert yourself first,
as a struggling wild stream,
it's not so easy to
devote the
life - -
on the ablaze altar of true love - - - - - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

BEFORE THE FLYING AWAY

just touch me now, that in few moments

I'm going to fly above the dales, 

trench, river, ocean, do not 

know the destination, 

beneath the wet 

clouds, above

the mosaic

horizon,

I do not know, where is that creator of 

my transparent wings, may be 

waiting to fill the colour with

beautiful life, if you love

me, do not waste the 

moment, just say 

as crazy 

waves,

let me submerge in your dominance !

glassy bubbles are waiting 

for a shelter of palm,

please stretch the

hand before 

falling 

down the delicate sentiments, embrace 

once again me, in a way that 

flying desire doesn't wish

to go away in the alien

land of strangers, 

keep nearer 

to your 

heart.

--  SHANTANU SANYAL

JUST WAIT

Precision to final stroke postponed

as sculpture of life has a brittle edge,

chiselling the persona is not so easy

affair, a fear always persistent that

might be slight negligence will break

the entire statue, moulding your love

accordingly, in the heart, I failed many

times, the colour of surface doesn’t

reflects the realism of eternal depth,

the thin coating of gold whenever

washed out, the ornament looks, life-

less an object, somewhere we have

to give up the dreams to proliferate,

Space to breathe in its own way, after

that, if you wish, exchanging of body

Soul, passion, desire to be easier, life
Wants to get your love as the rains of 
Genesis when the earth is detached 
From that unexplored mystic planet,
xerosis of heart has the thirst of miles!
-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE TWISTED WAY

What's hidden in your heart, that's you
know, maybe artifice or fidelity,
life is full of contradictions, 
however, a trust
grows 
whenever I've seen your eyes, desires 
haven't the limitation, even that I
cannot avoid loving you, 
it's like an unfinished 
mysterious book 
reading, 
every step has a revelation, the feeling 
that you're around me increases 
the thrill, and that adventure
brings me into the deep
romance, the 
silence
of azure night fills more anxious, the pages 
of moment flutter in a way that again 
and again I read the same page, 
but couldn't understand 
the single word,
an addiction
which wraps life with deep drowsiness, 
but conscience can not sleep, this
restlessness has its own
charm, everything 
should not be 
straight 
in life, some twist is required to see the 
dreams - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

EVERY SINGLE STEP - -

There's still time, if you could walk along,

the sun of resurgence restlessly 

waiting under the stormy 

clouds, every 

single

step is notable toward the destination, 

the torch of humanity calling 

with distressed flame, 

if you could 

break 

the self circle, walk along the aggrieved 

soul, for a civilized dawn - - 

* * 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL 

ABOVE THE PHYSICAL DESIRE - -

Inclined, exhausted, and panting my body
failed to extinguish the beautiful
blaze, sweating chest I left
the flaming infinity, but
in my lips some
nectar cells
remained
as the
mark
of achievement, the fullness of life -
here exceeds the horizon,
that flame has been
included persona,
imparadise
flickering
ignited millions of dreams in the body
pores, the mutation of love
isn't possible, it rooted
deep to perception,
as a divine lotus,
floating on the
lake but
trace -
less stem, you have been entered into
the soul by the adverse waves of
emotion, through the stream
of subterranean region,
above the mythical
line of corporal
and emotion,
feelings
of
an absolute joy, complete receipt of
peace!

- - SHANTANU SANYAL