some broken lines

a few incomplete canvases
stiffed brushes, frizzed colours
its happened, sometimes shadows
refuse to accept the presence,
the rain drops couldnt fill the
the margin of heart, dried since
a long time, as you forget to pass
through the rain shadow valleys,
the partial landscape of life
hang about, for your silence to
accept the authenticity of love,
though the clouds were promised
to break their egoism, for few
moments to deluge the arid part,
but it was too late, emotional
shades waited for your consent,
the monsoon changed the path
the wet sketch, slowly died
you turned down the request
the painting of the life suffocated,
seasons has thrown it ruthlessly
it s not easy to recognize, the
relations, some broken lines - - - -

- - - shantanu sanyal

nothing is left to hide

unwanted, hideous faces are
closer to my heart, because
i found your gorgeous face
everywhere just abundantly
hiding in the depth of their
bleeding, wounded hearts
essence goes through these
blamed, abused, hated path
how can you say me atheist,
i pray and love to all faces
easy to break the statues
burn the doctrines created
by the world, it s arduous to
convert the faces into the
blossom, have a miracle near
someone, share the inner love
i desire to swap all deformity
my love is exigent, loves to
residual souls, uncared smiles-
hugs me, makes the relations
physical, mental, any thing
i am the river, flowing since
centuries to accept flowers
salvia, venom, sin, purity --
i love you so much, hence
nothing is left over near me to hide.

-- shantanu sanyal

the crawling dreams

 submerged the planet i raised the
hands, you didnt keep the word
you refuse to recocgnize me - - -
last judgment, in the row of wounded
souls, i was alone, you changed the face
in the burning path of humanity
you followed for some extend and
changed the direction, i called you
you didnt answer, flowering dreams
separated to you - far away, the promise
the oath to die together, i kept in
to the emotional album, colorless
fainted, collapsed fresco of
by gone era sometimes sings the
love songs,i know, nothing worthy
for you, your world bloom day - night
but i m sure, often tear drops
falls, soundless, nobody knows
the source of wet, just heart becomes
moisturized without the clouds as
sky fills the thirsty valleys
suddenly dreams crawl on the land,
my dry chest absorbs the love - - -
you left over the foot prints
on the soft,wet, surface of heart
memories exploit me every moment
my eyes do not want to look 
mirror any more -- i want to 
eras your image from my life
is it possible, i do not know - - - 

- - - shantanu sanyal

the feelings

inner crusader defied, mid night
unrestrained emotions do not permit,
desires to be asleep, flesh and bones
blood and mind, unseen flow existed
among the crowd of idealistic thoughts,
stripped passion bloomed, nothing
is sinful, if tired soul wants to rest
on the origin of birth, an organism
revolts, the love evolves, new creation
gives a new dimensions to the life,
the profound valleys, rare orchids
vivid colors, required beautiful attempt
plucking the rose no scratch!
gain and pain, the part of life, simple
philosophy, no complications
the stream which flows constantly
between the two physical edges
the emotions bridging them often
to get healing touch for survival,
its natural - absolute truth - - - -
two magnetic field submit, itself
in a point of love, no need any
scientific hypothesis, proof, theories
its agreement between the feelings,

just feel it, forget the rest of world ! 
- - - shantanu sanyal

beyond the cosmos

in the circle of the feelings
i decorated the moments with
shy touches,hesitant kisses
obstinate clouds,condensed
in your dreamy eyes,perhaps
waiting to downpour my heart,
evening lamps of ruined temple
abruptly blazed by mosaic rays
it was discarded since decades,
divine souls are the flames - - -
the legend illustrates its version,
i feel only after loving you, that
every evening it burns itself
i can hear the holy prayer song
reciting by unknown female voice,
myaterious song drags me
in the ruined, broken, disfigured,
statueless, centuries old temple
weeds, climbers are looked so
beautiful just the lost heaven,
i do not know, mesmerized love or
something disformity has covered
on my persona, i observed each
and every direction, your face - -
blooms as wild flowers desire to
permeate the mountains, forests
a phenomenon which makes the life
so meaningful, i want to fall in
your love persistently in the each birth
after the death too, just love me
beyond the limit of cosmos.

---- shantanu sanyal

perhaps

that was a humidify sunday
morning glory in full bloom
suddenly an old designed mirror
slipped and broken in multi pieces
foggy sky ,dots of some gray clouds
just moving on the blues as soft
finger prints --or vapour on the glass
collected pieces kept near the vase
it was alone since prolong
perhaps ! it desired flowers
forgotten to close the window
and -- vase fell down on the floor
in the few moments
pieces were multiplied
half written letters,book pages
began fluttering-- strange unusual
may be - - rain lash the town !
or something unexpected episode
to be awaited - - -
whole the noon passed in the dwindelling
no rain,dull, bored day ended at last ,
door bell - - - knocking
with lot of suspicions, open the door
an unknown person raised his hands
"its for you "-- smiling face
a bouquet of red roses - - a slip attached
everlasting deep love  - - - from --
mirror was replaced, new vase decorated
morning glory bloomed again and again
but i didnt find the missing name of that tag,
mysterious fragrance sometimes
remained in the life - - - as touch of
butterfly - - -

- - - shantanu sanyal

valleys

uncontaminted graceful valley
misty atmosphere
accompanied with flourish field
somewhere on the stem of the
young tree
once strangers marked "i love you"
whole the mountains thrived
in the monsoon
streams,lakes, water falls
illustrated the love stories,
stranger couples never came back
days, months, years passed
most probably they divided
in the two directions
marked tree is now weak, old
inclined towards the deep valley
a stone is laid by some one
painted by black
"suicide point "
do not go nearer to the valley,
it warns, but wild flowers ---
never stopped the blossom!

--- shantanu sanyal

Love Song from A Vanishing Honeybee

indifferent destination

the world is different,a massive fire burns
day, night i walk over the unseen a blaze
do not follow the path, avoid the hurting
yourself,still there is a chance to change
the direction,the path goes towards the
slums of lesser god s creation,ugly disfigured
blamed and hated reside there, neither
present nor the future breath here, black
faces move, emotions die before the birth
necked, torn life,a street of unwanted people
a world of left over souls, its difficult my love!
change the mind, leave me alone
the most exploited,used imaginations are
buried here,the grave yard, no memorial,
no tear drpos,symbol less, a land of misfortunate
lesser destiny s children, play hide and seek
and sleep near the skeleton
the darkness of shattered dreams -- extinct
in the far away the dense,mist, miles and miles
beloved !do not love me beyond the expectation
just say good bye, reverse your wet emotions
towards some other destination ---

--- shantanu sanyal 

once we were together

tender leaves again appeared
on the necked tree tops
old ugly residues have been broken
germinated new plants are
peeping towards the sun
there once we were together
a rainy moisturized day
foggy, gloomy forest
among the strange wild bloom
walking encloser the lake
calm and waveless
lush blue depth of eyes
pink, white, red flowers
every thing is existed in its place
in authentic,abundent way
life is continued river
after a decade the barks of
tall trees might be changed
but the names are still
visible -- as we marked there.

--- shantanu sanyal