falling down leaves

falling down leaves have
shown my value of existence
i dont feel sad for that
i masked colors on the face
waves are stable but not silent

the world dont care about your eyes
every one has different life
you can live in your way
in my eyes the planet is little turmoiled

my destination not ended up to you
numerous dreams are in the mind
you thought life is completed in love
questions are many but unanswered

thats one, whom i can see
i will pray to only that
you can discover other belief
who will love me extremely, my
life to be sacrificed to only that guy

the infinite dream

i am translating above Bengali poem -

I look the infinite dream

wonderful azure that vision

a zero rises on the cosmos

life s unknown periods 

moving, endless, consistent

the questions among the

light and darkness

the mystic dust ring of destiny

suddenly without any prediction

speechlessly appears and performs

it s game 

in last remained a horizontal line

going towards the extinction 

speechless sky looks it 

and tries to know the meaning of line

as Egypt s ancient strange script or 

destiny lines

here life is originated

here is way for death 

in the last 

i look the infinite dream!

---- shantanu sanyal 

THE SYMPHONY OF LOVE

symphony of breathing, in proximity of
love, short life became the rare sonata,
cherished kisses painted the heart in a way,
i forgot whole the world in a moment

passion flowers, lavender, morning glories
witnessed numerous times that you kissed
me in the dawn, soft noon, in the cerulean
evening, night lilies opened the petals, when
you touched me, moon light infringed the
seduction,

 the dual inhalation turned to the
rare mystic valley of unknown dream land,
my heart, soul, corporal, spiritual all the
sensation reduced in the embraced waves,
in early morning, creased moments as
the floral bed sheets unfolded the secrets
of shared pleasures,

drop by drop bliss was
falling from your eyes, face, skin, lips,silently
we teased to each other and filled the our life,
with the divine beauties, we received the
blessing of nature in the smiling tender dawn,

we walked far away more than the our life
nature said, its not adequate to love some one
in short life span, countless passion is needed
to go through the planet of heart,

 here we
reached only at knee deep flow, the chest of
ocean having the everlasting , infinite depth
in the center of the extreme love, its heard that
two bodies becomes the celestial creatures ----

---- shantanu sanyal

myth of paradise

showing the myth of paradise
and killing the innocent, where
is the great philosophy of belief?
ridicules is the camouflage of
great persona, we have to decide
by brain and choose the reality
we can not make the public fool
if they have the develop will,
the false religious addiction has
side effects too my dear friends,
just follow the path of humanity,
---- shantanu sanyal

THE PROMISE LAND

the beauty of life lost somewhere
we forgot the sharing the elation,
in the zenith was once our trust for
perception of grief,in the depth the
emotional flow is dried out, a doubt
is multiplied like the cancer, relations
became the venomous wild blossom,
in the genesis of humanity we have
migrated in different directions to get
a genteel land, we have settled, made
the great civilizations, the wilderness
we thought left us before centuries,
but the myth remained as usual with
religious doctrines, polluted day by day
the hunger to rule the planet made
by us, fanatic evolution of characters
reversed, failed to understand the sacrificed
souls for humanity, and followed the man
who had put the seeds of hatred, the
centuries passed we did not confessed
the sin, adopted the path to kill the
unbelievers, actually we never matured,
destroyed the planet, we once considered
this garden as a promise land for survival
the abhorrence made it desert of skeleton,

--- shantanu sanyal

THE ART GALLERY

the obstinate, my heart desires
to touch the conflagration of love
i decided to pass through the method
of gold extraction, let me to burn,
my love has infinite horizons, the
portrayal of my mortality is beyond
the definition, it couldn t be caged
only in your heart, have to go miles
away before the dawn my love has
no wings but it flies, earth to skies,
nomadic emotions - do not wish to
settle down, i promised to meet the
beautiful dreams,limitless hopes are
waiting but i love you passionately,
some sketches to be finished , some
colors required to fill for others, the
arts to be displayed only in the heart,
the walls of life gallery still wants
some more portraits of water colors,
made by times merging into tears,

--- shantanu sanyal

THE EVENING PRAYER

the verge has no regret, embraced
the omit of ocean, its destiny my
friend, sometimes venom becomes
the therapy for curing the mass,
its not possible to remove salinity
let me to collect some drops of tear
your eyes want to rest for moment,
grief was nothing whenever i looked
the surroundings of my limited world,
i looked the smile on the face of kid
who lost the parents in bomb blast ?
butterflies never forget to fly though
wings partially damaged by the thorns,
the chanting of evening prayer never
to be finished on stairs of Ganges, as the
great civilization is bigger than the ocean,

--- shantanu sanyal

WILD LOVE

astonished flare ignited the life
as you loved me in way of wild
fire, i did not get time to call the
rain clouds, all the eyes blamed me
for a silly mistake, i invited infinite
the eternal, dangerous, sweet blaze,
the lovable phenomenon had colored
the barren land with untouched some
dreams of paradise, i over looked
the sediments of depression in the
river of life,multi waves originated
in the valley of heart, except us
no other could be realized the bliss,
we walked on the aquatic surface
as lotus leaves floats carrying dew
droplets, the whirlpool had changed
the directions, created the safe space,
sometimes sky has opened the trail
we flew lacking the wings as fragrance
left behind the flock of swan,
astral flowers scattered the crystals on
the persona, we reached beyond the
cosmos, in the land of divine,
in the passion we have been left the
earth, reached to the mysterious planet,
here we liberated from the cage of
philosophy, psychology or science of
religion, became the birds of adoration,
from here earth looks smaller, tiny particle,
--- shantanu sanyal

LIBERATION

analysis of life is difficult to express
in the few lines, another birth is needed
to complete the epics of desires
a dream to see every body is blooming
face, a relation of transparency,
we never reached to level of divinity,
the pledge to liberate the inner darkness
we wandered on the self circle only,
in the dense forest of life,trails confused
we returned back always on the origin,
the endless thirst made us desert
we forgot to unfold the enclosed heart,
self orientation never allowed us to
feel the others breathing ,smiles have
had some hidden pains too, we never
gone through the caves of emotions,
our affection had the restricted margins
hence life remained isolated with egos,
your kisses, hugs, nearness doesn t work
unsatisfied soul  cried for release all the time
actually we loved ourselves more than
others,the reality we never confessed
definition of life was very simple, easy but
desires to get more than imagination, made
us arid travelers, in the end stars predicted
the wrong direction, belated our arrivals
after reaching so called oasis, lake had been
dried, the surface of salt was extended its area
far away the ocean was laughing loudly,

--- shantanu sanyal

Just wait ------

swirled my emotion in the rainy nights
you could not escape easily, rhythm of
humid breath would be chased you for
miles, throbbing of heart is settled in
your soul enduringly, exchanging of life
is completed, how could be possible it
to eras the fragrance from the heart,
whenever rains will touch the window
panes, restless curtains will say you the
tale of previous nights, just do not forget
to listen the voice of loving moments,
 could not be able to remove my image
tough the frame, glass have been wrecked
in the crazy wind do not open the doors
 secret pages of life would be flown away
don t miss the passion to get the rain drops
collection on the palms from the balcony
might be ivy climbers are touching to upper
terrace or lost the path in to the bougainvillea,
i believe, the bulbs of tuber lilies are surviving
still under the wet soil,just wait, up to
winter, you will feel my presence through the
wind in the full moon light, i have saved some
moisturized aroma to gift you, please
just wait ------

----- shantanu sanyal