BEFORE THE END OF NIGHT

From where, the wretched calls

Coming in the midnight,

On the layer of wind, is it droplet

Of dews, or dripping the eyes,

Whose voice echoing in the

Valley, is it the breathing

Or else, why the mist becoming

Dense, flowers are falling

Before the mellowness,

In the infinite hush, what’s sound

Of breaking, or someone

Whispering the last desire to say

Entire life’s saga, undisclosed

Wounds of heart, a blazing

Of injured emotion,

Is it knocking the door somebody

To show the bleeding chest,

Who is walking on the

Edge of sharp vertical broken

Glass, is it mystic night of

Graveyard, the shadows are

Burning, what’s that, in the smoke

Sparkling points or something

Wants to say good-bye, desires

A release from the trap of

Adoration, possession,

Night has no answers, as reticent

Keeps itself in isolate, probably

It laughs, is moon is sinking

Into the lake of life, who

Knows the trace of morning

Please wait before the end of night,
Do not remove the face dear 
Let me live to some moment in your
Mystic eyes, here is my destination, 

• -- SHANTANU SANYAL

OUT OF SCENE

Several incomplete expectations

Frequently haunts the life,

Meaning of early morning dream

Was shadow of date – palm,

Respiring for some moment was

Not so easy, unwillingly a lot of

Compromise didn’t permit me to

Fill the empty sketch it’s unlike

That I tried to conceal the wetness

Of eyes, on the pavement of

Metro I have seen the auction of

Immature emotion prior to the

Ripe, the unsung faces over looked

By the crowd however they lifted

The weak hands before sink, I

Often think to forget that scream

Of pain, a pathetic appeal for

Survival, a broken breath, the

Crawling infancy on the melted

Coal tar highway, the exhausting

Youthfulness hammering the stones

In the quarry, I tried to read the

Language of their eyes, sunburn

Body, skeleton chest, twisted

Physique has no whine, the wordless

Passer – by had no time to think

A moment, perhaps they were the

Dust of pre-monsoon, later settle

Down on the surface, skyscrapers

Are engaged by glittering dream, the

Weeping emotions are searching a

Shelter for only one night, though

Foundation stone had promised

Once to the mason that meaning of

Morning dreams, but they didn’t

Understand until the torrential rain,

• SHANTANU SANYAL

THE REALIZATION

Nothing would be change, buddy

Continuation is the synonymous

Of life, my presence among the

Constellation of stars was a nebula,

It would be faded in light of dawn,

Soapsuds carry the tiny rainbows,

In extreme flow bubbles turned

To zero, vacuity waits since genesis,

Unknown is the end of breath,

Vague spot has no certainty to meet

Again in a beautiful turning point,

We looked jointly the dream of bliss,

In the mist, and lit the candles of

Emotion, tried to defend from the

Wind, the gap of fingers sometimes

Betrayed too, some moments of love

Were pigeons, endeavored to keep

Those near to heart, but it had flown!

Enthralled palms unfolded naively,

Hands lingered empty as the destiny,

Nothing was the matter of proud,

Shared a little of pain or happiness in

The life, probably self-approval was

More, difficult was to leave egotism,

At least tried to love some others too,

Experienced a miracle in willingly

Defeat, before ambitious, innocent

Faces, it’s unlike might be but given a

Hidden happiness, receded the envy,

A realization to feel the pain of your

Heart, emotion didn’t care the meaning

Of self-existence, nobody has seen

Wet eyelashes under the spectacles,

This feeling never let me to die, that

I love to see only the face of smile!

• SHANTANU SANYAL