THE NIGHT

deep night is passed through
the miles longer loneliness,
i know, and my ruined emotions,
millions stars sank in the valley
of silence,the unfolded eyes
gazed out burst of galaxies,
your face transpired before
the life when i breathed the
last, though i raised the hands
to touch your fingers, but did
not reach out, the dreams were
awfully light flown away by the
soft wind of horizon, my voice
wounded back as the pigeon
hurt by hawk in the blues,

my heart waves gone up to the
heights to embrace your feelings
they fell down in the way
the kites tremble down the earth
after cutting the threads, my love
pursued consistently among the
monsoon rains, valleys of fire
never allowed you to down pour,

the unsatisfied soul moves over
the blossom of paradise, i could
not see your presence in the spring,
while invisible touch was every
where but you hidden the identity,
my love does not accept the defeat
i would get you indeed one day -
may be near  the lips or the chest,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

PROXY

You didn't share the past incidents
in the reflection of your emotion,
I collected all the pieces of dreams
some dry flowers, lifted vigilantly
all the droplets of condensed tear,
the wounded smile explained
the truth of your life, trust me
friend, I would be loved you just
like the moth, no need to tell me
how much you concerned to me
let light on the candles, touch the
red roses, accept the life in new
way, release the twilight with big
 smile, moon light has stretched the
arms, the blue mountain opened
the trails, snow is melted away
 slowly from the flowering valleys,
let me love you again, as some
one loved you before, life is beautiful
include me in somewhere, as proxy
I have no ego to accept that, but fill
the dreams in your eyes, colours in the
heart, love me again in a way that
past would be removed, spring wants
to occupy the blank space
to bloom new hopes in the life ----
--SHANTANU SANYAL

INCOMPLETE POETRIES

whispering wind of tender dawn-

softly sprinkled the scented memory,

in the immediacy someone touched

the heart reluctantly, i found some

innocent moments as a kid hiding the

face in to folds of curtain to say

sorry, immature love had the short

story, in the velvety winter evening,

i remember still the first kiss, near the

stairs of roof, in the slight darkness,

an unknown shivering didn t allow

us to sleep on that night, a sweet fear

or a beautiful feeling created a big

difference in the morning, we lived

in each others neighborhood, when

met again, a hindrance or shyness was

visible between the waves of eyes,

a mute graceful agreement gradually

grown to writing the letters in obscure

style, what to write, we wasted hours,

in last only one sentence - i love you

forever, actually in teen aged, we had

no lexicon for expressing the emotion,

later season converted the sides rapidly

the river s shrinkage was fast as in summer,

the depth of valley became shallow before

to write the mature love letter, she

had been relocated to other town, i had

only now some incomplete poetries ---

--- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE BEAUTY OF SPRING

the all embracing the beauty of spring
diverted my heart on you, the carnival
of blossoms emerged in your persona,
colored dews painted in a manner, that
the exquisite of seventh heaven strewn
with open handed, once looking you, i
have no sense of this planet, wings of
unexplained bliss twisted my whole life,

the assent of adoration from your smile
gone through my nerves in a sweet way,
muscles of body feel revival of passion,
as aggressive emotion were tamed by
the love, you have caged  the mind,soul
every thing my dear in a beautiful, unique
astonishing art, here nature influenced
by you, it borrowed the secretes of love,

the flowering valley stretched the arms
to embrace me, i refused, because my
love is devoted to you, no more in my
possession, it s gone in the first sight to
you, i couldn t love again to someone!

--- shantanu sanyal

SPRING KNOCKED THE VALLEY

In the blizzard night, hoary glows
scattered the mystical feelings,
the emotions inclined, standing
hours near the medieval basilica,

the reflection of moon light from
the snow roofed mountains, dells
i waited for you, embracing the
delicate dreams to chest, silently
i looked the hazy sky, the hamlet
is under the grip of sound sleep,

an indigo beam of promise, slowly
emerging far away from your eyes,
gradually the light becomes larger
and larger, the congealed moment
before the dawn, melted glaciers of
ecstasy flooded as the caged night
liberated from arms of aloofness,

sweet kisses remind me the meaning
of life, i wiped the window panes
robins were twittering twig to twig, in
the tender light of sun, i looked the
soggy roses desiring to unfold petals,

your inclined face touching to my
shoulders, silky hands encircled to
my chest, heart, neck, as climber
of wild, in the golden line of horizon,
spring is knocking the heart softly!
the life was not so beautiful before.

-----SHANTANU SANYAL

THE CHERRY BLOSSOM

The hundreds cherry blossom
crossed the casement frames,
out spreads the branches
let it encroach into the heart,
you are silent but indication of
passion flies through the blues,
i peeped numerous times from
the dense window, you called
again and again, unfurling the
handkerchief, embroideries of
seasons on the heart, made you
restless, how to meet you, the
distance between us, not only the
flowers, some hidden spines of
weeds, waiting vigorously to seize,
on the street, under the gulmohar
tree, please write the meaning of
love, by the twig, on the wet soil,
i would be reached on moonlight
its promise, wait for me on the
abandoned fort of city end, just
try to recognize my soul, in the
wall of castle written in riddles,
decipher somewhere my address!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

I DID NOT SAY ANY THING

i did not say any thing on that
evening, swear by you only
before the anonymous herb
rosemary or basil i do not
know, fragrance emerged as
a perception of temple with
numerous aromatic flowers,

fumes or miasma, in the dark
touched my lips with breath,
i did not say any thing, the chest
felt sensation of humidity or bliss
difficult to analyze, an earthen
lamp seemed far away under the
century old banyan tree, exhaled
last feeble flame, night invaded
or forced by desires, i did not
know,

the hanging river bride on the
vast river, trembled by passing
high speed train or the passion,
i did not remember, my friend
i did not say any thing to cyclone
though in a moment planet was
changed, or catastrophe the dream
i did not say any thing, i looked you
far away,

disappearing slowly the
image or divine vows in the gloom
i did not call you, because it was too
late to run after the shadows, i did
say any thing, you played the game,
on your terms, won, pleased, gone,
whatever, i reconstructed the life
in my way, i did not say any thing
about the compacted tale of the
twilight, because i loved you only,
it s true, that never oath for that ---

---SHANTANU SANYAL

MIDNIGHT MASS

in plum blue night, a procession
passes bearing the auburn light,
they sung remembrance songs
towards river from the height,

flamingos fly above the saline
lake, whispering prayer all night,
emotions become the tiny stars
shines the eastern sky with bright,

on the church walls flashing hopes
midnight mass, harmonious joint,
stranger man, wearing miseries, all
along,stretched arms with delight,

angels scatter peace, beautiful sight!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
self painting

THE SHADES

the shades of life were so yawning
brain swirled, heart drown many times,
did not get the bottom, i looked you
sleeping underneath the blues, with
enclosed tender lotus, hundreds of
petals covered your body, glossy face
as the ceramic flower vase designed
neck to base, the coral net embraced,

gleaming your beauty touched the
surface, emerged the dream on the
waves of colors, rainbows born from
the sea, splashed to sky as spring
blossom, in the museum the marble
statue of David began walking stripped,

brushes feel like feathers of soft emotions,
Michael Angelo, Leonard De Vinci, Hugo
unknown some faces surprised after
looking you on the ocean waves as the
young twilight surfs on the high tides,
moon sprinkled the tiny crystal slowly,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE WAITING

the glossary of sentiments
sometimes amazed to find
the way in affection, lips, eyes
become wordless, arid land
the wrapped twilight in to the
peacock feathers, i looked you
far away in the rosy clouds
getting down slowly from the
crescent moon, perfumed winds
fascinated in a way that i felt
walking on the oceanic surface,

in this moments heart becomes
the distinct land of beauties, colors
in the north eastern sky the flock
of emotions makes the milky lines,
somewhere two souls appear like
the couple of swan, flying to infinite,

in this magnificent evening i feel
i am waiting for you since the
creation of cosmos, gazing the sky
unblinking the eyelashes,
do not remind me that i am
on the earth, i love stay forever
in the dream of your adoration,

--SHANTANU SANYAL