THE SHARE 

 

Might be someone was messianic

Heart otherwise in this burning

Path not possible to walk bare feet,

They asked the raison d'être of our

Survival in the extreme desert, how

To elucidate that dreams do not

Want to surrender, let the moon has

To sleep for a moment on the

Silence of graveyard, souls geared up

To protest for justice, they don’t

Wait for morning, the horse of knight,

Refuse to oblige feudalism, here

Atrocities are not the nightmare it’s a

Challenge to prove the magnitude,

Though they didn’t unwind since a

Decade, by blazing chest, life is existed,

This shadow of ruined wall indicates

Morning is nearer to river bank, the

Whip hands lost the cord, speechless

Faces had the volcanic vigor, the Libra

Hands can’t cheat forever the mass,

The ersatz character has limitation

In the horizon hands are raising to sky,

They have no patience to wait for

Prophecy’s consequence, tonight has

To decide the fate of king and kin,

Souls have decided to follow the path

Of unseen messiah, lives in the

Perception of miseries, victim of injustice

Have been awaken to get their share,

• SHANTANU SANYAL

THE END OF ROTATION 

 

Analysis of life often moves on the

Edges of curved multiple lines,

In the center point soul illuminates

Day and night, the dot of desires

Emerge often through the darkness,

In the speed, it looks beautiful, as

Tiny particles, in millions, sometimes

It breaks the rule to touch the core,

Nucleus tries to avoid collision, the

Perception, always carries the

Message for evasion from the thorny

World, but heart forces to mind,

An unseen attraction appeals to touch

The bloom, the trapping planet

Has rhizome shaped branches to seize

The internal sense, it paralyzes

The persona through the nerves, this

Crux has limitation, it cries, weeps

However, removing the pierced spines

Is hard, it blocks the cavity with sweet

Pain, the affection makes the wound

After severance, the inner layers

Of soul remains ineffective as coconut,

After breaking the external coat, it

Flows toward the inclined surface, the

Unfolded corporeal frame remains

On the sea beach, oysters shell searches

The luminous kid, butterfly is out of

Vision, some silky spots on the palm

Lines calls the memory lanes, the waves

Slowly recedes, yachtsman disappears

Moon swings on the low tide, silently!

• SHANTANU SANYAL

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