IT’S NOT THE END

The psyche of prophecy was hollow

Nothing gone to wrong, the twilight

Had possessed beauty of life, predict

Of last judgment shattered as star -

Sometimes sinks in the dust of space,

Pretended speech had the short

Influential impact, echoes lost way,

The mass eyes looked the sky with

New optimism, the magic to trap the

Emotion failed, it’s true that who has

Born in the planet, has to die one day,

Why uproar on the horizon, the dawn

Is predetermined, just wait to see

Blooming flowers on the leafless twig,

They stoned on the glassy dreams!

We crossed the river, as declared depth

Was only knee deep, some left over

On the edge waiting for low tide, the

Destiny didn’t wait for confused traveler!

Reaching to other end, nobody had

Time to look back, the green pasture

Has greeted us, civilization stretched

The branches, the migration has its own

Glamour, since primitive era its flow,

As nomadic river creates way itself,

The offspring of blasphemies playing

On the monolith, black rock, nothing

Has changed, the creation plays with

Inhalation, breathing says the sky

Has numerous destinations, it’s not

The end let us to gaze the beauty of life!

• SHANTANU SANYAL

THE LIFE 

the enchantment of sky,half opened 

heart as an oyster,peeping the tiny

ray across the darkness,hiding a fire

fly inside the palm, restless blues

wants to fly between innocent fingers,

as a bonsai, happiness remained 

dwarf though I irrigated it honestly !

spring has its own reasons, said 

its not possible to love you forever,

in the warp weft of life, weaved the

silky threads of dreams,its broken

repeatedly its different tale friend, 

before the daybreak,who is painting

the horizon in dew dipped colors,

this cross is remained my only an

alter ego,no other place for it except

my shoulders,where to go leaving 

the familiar,innocent,pure beautiful

all around these faces,in distress

moment they smiles for my persona,

--- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE DESIRED EXPECTATIONS

as forest fire,wounds of heart

awaken, in midnight

in far away on river bed

alone sand piper calls

with painful tune,

once again bamboo trees are

flared in the life,

every moment wild blooms are

falling down, one by one

stable flow of heart

agitated, consistently unsung

message knocking the door,

in the wet breath, a face

sinks,floats in sequence as the

half opened the petals

of aquatic liliy, shivering in the

moonlit gental wind,

drowsy night is decorated by

the galaxies, stars

clouds have removed the

hydrous tent before end of night,

the oisis is settled on the

opened eyes,indeed caravan

of dreams were relaxed

for few moments, the drops of

songs dripped too,the

memories illuminated with full

spirit,but isolation of

heart beat remained as usual,

sky had poured complete

milky light,I tried to smile

it reached up to lines of lips !

gradually,but before the morning

all shattered in form of

dewdrops,on the landscape

the region of chest is left over

as rain rejected the arid land,

the thirsty eyes gazed

the sky with desired expectation.

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 

The circle of flame

The circle of flame

some designs as rock paintings

on the walls of ancient cellars,

roams whole life in search of

Haecceity,meaning of existence,

emotional radius often pierced

ambit of unexplained perception,

Deceived by geometric signals,

Life was geometry or a general

philosophy, We just simply -

entangled in pseudo lotus stalks,

how the night had been passed

difficult to say my dear friend,

the soot of eyes was washed by

horizon,seashore was lost in an

unfamaliar skyline far away, often

echoes returned back empty voice,

though I called them consistently,

who left whose hand, where, how

they added themselves, its difficult

to say the cipher of equation had

solution all the time, just ourselves

we have drawn the circle of flame.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL  

THE WORLD OF SURVIVAL

That morning, which could grant?

A smile to every face, a meaning

To survival, I often dream, to see

Amused droplets of life is falling

From the blooming tree, that fresh

Wind, those hidden love is restless

On the leaves of lotus, into the

Upheaval surface of humanity’s lake,

That feeling to feel the pain, I’m

Waiting to look the emotion on the

Everybody’s heart, wet benevolent

Eyes with full of generosity, a vast

Chest to embrace all, beyond any

Prejudice, chauvinism, or underlining

The classification on the doctrines,

Let extreme thought to die, just

Think a human for human, erase the

Definition of century old, planet

Desire peace and love to make the

Planet beautiful, redecorate the

The ruined heart, heaven is so near

No need to search across the skies,

The beautiful land of love is

Located one and only in the heart,

Let explore that lost paradise.

• SHANTANU SANYAL

The game of illumination

Something more was hidden

In to the mystic eyes

The melted tear drops

The up down breathing graphs

The pre-monsoon rains

Soaking clay fragrance, drizzle

Familiar sound, do you knocking

The door or it’s the contemplation

Brat evening and spoiled night

Emotion enraged sitting on the roof

Numerous fire flies-

The game of illumination

Continued whole the night

The shivering lips, unknown touch

Humid chest, last submission

Slowly you left the hand

The train picked up the speed

Its midnight, standing alone

On the deserted platform ---

----Shantanu Sanyal