THE ENORMOUS ARCH

In the vision of life a deserted

Gate of worship waits for revival,

Offended, injured, hurt soul of -

Unidentified faces, in the mystic

Night they pick up the scattered

Blooms, on the meadow of heart,

Shadows often play with moon

Light, laughing, whispering flies

Through the wind, silently looks

Thrived, anonymous many trees,

The unique planet doesn’t draw

The hedges of barbed wires, in

This boundary less world has no

Fear of losing the precious assets,

An indulgent for each other’s pain

Makes them a beautiful cluster

Of jasmine, the passion to fill the

Silence of darkness, smiles flow

In form of sweet fragrance, what’s

Meaning of hatred, envy they do

Not know, innocent, naïve looks

Often sleep on the cenotaph of

Unsung messiah, the dew drops

Trickles one by one, they smile

In the dream as a child, someone

Moves the delicate, blessing fingers

On their uncombed hair, slowly

Life travels across the mammoth

Archway, into the paradise of love,

The shadow now altering their

Face in everlasting glow of harmony!

• SHANTANU SANYAL

THE UNSOLVED ELEMENT

Just now, night reached to summit,

Bit by bit compulsion would be

React, the echelon of strange

Wine glass receding gradually as

The moonlight leaving the

Grip on the agitated emotion, let

Embellish the inhale with tuber

Rosy fragrance, layers of desires

Falling down one by one, rhizomes

Of love evolving in rapid way,

The antique mirror regaining the

Lost beauty, or somebody touching

Willingly thrived branch of winter

Bloom, the wet cherries have no

Option, submitting the delicate

Petals to gravelly surface, in your

Oceanic blue eyes, the reflection

Of moon floating directionless, the

Poetries are burgeoning on the

Restless lips, here or somewhere

I don’t know, heart and mind lost

The sensation in lunatic influence,

Resolute moments want to fill

The passionate moment to internal

Soul tonight let to be scattered

All the concealed wishes on each

Others persona beyond the muscles

Flesh, blood, bones, let flow through

Extreme divinity point, the miracle

Or extraterrestrial, whatever just

Let mingle the breathing in dissolving

Way, a bonding of element unsolved,

• --- SHANTANU SANYAL

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