THE WILD TRAIL

In the symposium of drunkard

Someone called my name -

To offer me the final glass of

Ceremonial formality, I didn’t

Reach near you as crowd pushed

Back me, while a distance amid

Remained as usual my friend

We never reached to conclusion

Accusations have its own

Essence, several desires died

Before to attain the climax, its life

Dark, dense clouds in the twilight

Covered the blues, rapid wind

Predicted storms arrival, you didn’t

Tried to break the prophesy, I

Waited till midnight, gradually all

The clouds disappeared, stars

Have shown their existence forever

Night had its own priority

Priest closed the iron gate of temple

Let the emotion rest for a while

All deities perhaps talked about

The planet, including our relation

That never turned to devotion

Nevertheless, it was not so late

Dawn is inescapable, life says –

Just wait, let sun rise, keep your

Expectation alive, somewhere the

The blank milestone is waiting!

What’s wrong if one promise is -

Broken, this wild trails have to make

The way amongst the thick forest –

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE EMOTIONAL EMPIRE

Pristine your love provides

Me a meaning to explore the beauty

Every moment, I stared the sky

In vacuity, dreams float

Noble thoughts grow, did you inhabit

On the surface of galaxy

A radiance flow carries the artistic

Passion, I have had sank into

The depth of visual illusion, fantasy

Do you know the astronomical

Magic to win the heart, often

The dried bloom tries to unfold the

Stale petals beneath your shadow –

The lush green paddy fields are

Inclined to each other’s stem whenever

You look me with sweet fleeting -

Look, a gentle spring breeze passes

Closely near to my heart

Sometimes naively your touch, gives

A feeling of first rain on the sand dunes

I heard that in your proximity

Dreams sleep with unfolded eyes

They look you in a manner that moon

Becomes envious, in the zenith

Of paradise, I think, your

Dominance rules the emotional empire

How to succeed, to get your

Love in all-inclusive way, day and night

The frail heart thinks, but something

Is sure force you to look me in diverse way

I lost frequently my heart

Silently I follow to your path.

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE CORRIDOR

From here goes the corridor

Toward to absolute truth of

Of life, a route to consistent

Smelting the egoism, proud

Omnipotent character into

Ash, lowest temple staircase

Washes burnt bones, pieces

Of red flesh, nucleus point of

Corporeal proud, river has no

Discrimination, king, beggar –

You, they, and me everybody

Has alike destiny, the beauty

Of heart remains only in the

Pages of memory’s album, as

Sky leaves teardrops over the

Lotus leaf, on the rosy petals

Before the dawn, it gradually

Puts down the night robe, mask

Sun absorbs all the darkness,

Venom, addiction, gives entire

Emancipation, as soul flies near

The horizon, together the white

Swans, no one knows ultimate

Destination, it flies and flies -

Leaving back clouds, stars, moon,

Flowers, fragrance, passion

Love, hate, repulsive, gorgeous -

Faces, familiar, stranger, priest

Underneath planet looks some

Colorful bubbles, it laughs, no

Attraction, no interest, cipher -

Feeling, nomadic winged creature!

- SHANTANU SANYAL