THE REGENERATION - -

A forgotten story, a broken dream,
a twinge in the heart, even
though every moment,
life is smiling, a
silence of
desert,
a gravitation of unknown affinity, a
dew drop on the pointed thorn,
a feeling of rebirth, that's
an evasiveness or
the intimacy,
do not
know the innocent heart, flows on
the effluent of love, without
thinking about the
destination,
maybe
on the chest of ocean, maybe - -
into the blaze of desert,
anything can
happen,
just
a fellow traveller of time, we have
to accept falling point of
destiny, again the
regeneration,
again
desire to love you, the life, with - -
different out look - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE SUBMERSED PERSONA

 That’s a colossal river, goes toward the
ocean, builds some soft alluvium,
serpentine figure on the
meeting point, the
life searches
in the
same way to touch and mould your -
turmoil passion on the chest,
the wild tributaries of
river valley often
want to erode
the shore,
but your affectionate reed bed doesn’t
permit that, the flowing breath
has the certain destination,
never confuse, it ends
on the igneous
lips, the
leaning clouds emerges occasionally
on the shoreline, obsessive love
or the strange boat carries
the life safely, the
conviction of
fidelity
never sinks, as an immortal creeper
you embrace my persona in
infinite way - - -

    SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ORIGAMI

The art of origami was beautiful
Someone trapped my emotion
Under the pseudo smiles, blooms
Never faded nor dried, it just
A masterpiece of an unknown artist,
I couldn’t overcome from the
The swirl of passion, times moved in
Rapid speed, nothing has left
Over in my proximity, it was too
Late to break the cage, the spring
It is now part of ancient history,
It’s happened not the first time,
The twilight often changes the
Length of shadow, night laughs on
The bare body, alcoholic perfumes
Have short durability, in the heat
Of sun, its evaporate quickly after
Leaving the unusual spot, life
Is not different from abstract art, your
Eternal pledges had no intensity,
Before the end of the night, you
Brought down the moon, to adorn
Some other one's planet, but its
Not a final stroke, my beloved friend,
Nature has its own strategy, a
The person couldn’t betray himself any longer
The waxy leaves have an autumn day,
Winds love pale faces to remove
From the twig, for substitute of new
Tender leaves, rotation is the prime
Factor to sustain life on the earth,

    SHANTANU SANYAL

IGNORED PART - -

A cursory look isn't enough, ever try 
to touch my inner emotion,
the external beauty
isn't the 
real 
translation of persona, yet you've
not reached into the bottom
of heart, the face isn't
always the core
of character,
the face
sometimes hides the multi-layers,
unpleasant disillusionment
remains after sliding
the beautiful 
mask!
The aesthetic sense of conscience -
very few can explore - - 
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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

IT’S NOT TOO LATE

Distil the hearts before touching
The fire of pledge, tonight we
Have a ritual to accept the residue
Of self-esteem, in distant a pond of
Sacrifice waiting for decades,
To show our reflection, a shadow
We often go to be concealed,
Somebody is restive to embrace
Our assertion that we overlooked
The path of love, benign, peace,
On the ridge of that river, we could
Immerse the ego, pride, monarchy
To follow the simple, plain track
The ferry always exists there, to
Bring us to the land of uniformity,
Conditions are not so profound,
Just an oath to look at your own image
On the droplets of tear, bleeding
Emotions, breaking breathe of kids,
Sinking shrieks of orphans, bereaved
Souls, the pain of atrocities, miseries
Of life, no doctrine, no worship place!
A mirror inside us wants to emerge
Tonight, let it analyse our persona,
It’s not too late, but still night requests to
Us for exchanging the heart, dews
Are restless to trickle down on the
Perception to make the planet more
Beautiful than so-called the Eden,

    SHANTANU SANYAL  

ON THE EDGE

Tonight, I desire to go through the soul 

of moth, just condition is simple 

please change yourself in 

form of aesthetic flame, 

on the edge of mid 

night let arrange

the burning 

ritual of 

love, 

remove all the wrapper of egotism -

prejudice, pseudo humanity, 

hypocrisy, touch me with

infancy, I'm eager to 

offer my heart 

corporeal 

planet,

all 

together on your altar space, let me 

immolate with saturation, be 

nearer to my spirit, tonight

life has chances to get

the resurgence for 

a pure beautiful

morning -

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE PAIN OF WOMB - -

Its indignation of conscience, overflow
of pain, the scream of humanism, it's
time to pay back the debt of
womb, blood feeding
of nine-month,
you can
not feel the labour pains, because you've
lost the essence of gratitude, you
didn't remember the first
step on the earth,
the pain of
maternity, hence you do not know the - -
the agony of woman, who is you
creator, who introduce
your persona in
this world,
who makes you a replete human being,
alas! You do not learn to respect
the woman because you're
ungrateful! Your potency
is meaningless,
disgraceful,
because you haven't given the share
of survival, only you've multi -
split their existence - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL