Friday, 4 November 2011


THE QUESTION OF SURVIVAL

life has diverse dimensions, so simple
sometimes convoluted, from the
pavement to art gallery, graph
goes through defeat and
victory, that footpath’s
chalk sketch asked
the question to
destiny, my
face had
elite
impression, an aristocracy but
in the market I couldn’t able
to verify, as a fake coin
returned by often,
but cognizant
never died,
in the
vision that illumined feeble beam,
signified my persona, gloomy,
misty lane asked me about
secret of achievement,
thorns have had the
beauty, this was
the core
meaning, on the horizon, perhaps
the sun hypnotized by clouds,
but twilight couldn’t be
avoided, contract of
night with moon
wasn’t fair,
but I
performed honestly my swear, to
germinate embryonic dream,
your thirst had no frontiers
my commitments were
beyond masculine,
hence, the task
to grasp all
volcanic
vitality, I have evolved willpower,
now you have option to
select me as a device
or an human being,
on that point of
apex,
emotions might be remain quiet, life
doesn’t wish to run off from the
altar of sacrifice, it’s question
of survival, worship or
battlefield , no
matter.

Thursday, 3 November 2011

THE REALISM OF DREAM



On that particular day after the
oath ceremony to live and
die for each other, facing
to sacred fire, I had
been accepted
you as a the
part of
life,
might be that’s past, an emotional
touch remained on the heart,
as a pleasant aroma floats
on the moonlit zephyr,
the colors of season
changed its phase,
several times,
until now
life
needs you, while the branch, sub branch
of flamboyant blooming tree has
extended its domination, but
my destination was in the
depth your heart, in
some extend
maybe I
touched your soul, I loved you more
than life, this acquisition has its
own fascination, in the day
break , the long shared
travelling night
said, until
now the everlasting fragrance is
sustained in the corner of
your sleepy eyes, life
waits to draw the
realism of
dream,
one day I’m sure, it would be possible,

Wednesday, 2 November 2011


THE ENIGMATIC BOWL 

in the spinney of screnpine flowers, after
just sunset, desire becomes active, 
moves freely under residues,
fallen dry leaves, as a 
cobra searches
the origin of
fragrance, 
this
rustle is the imprint that my heart beats
for you, lamps raises to burn itself
in the edge of your eyes, 
twilight glows by 
an incognito
a mystic
gem, 
it's legend that serpent carries that stone
in its head, hunts consistently to mate,
how much that's myth or real 
 I don't know,but some 
mysterious glint 
emerges in
persona, 
as
 mesua ferrea blooms on the thorny terrain,
in maniac way, I love to become 
toxin man, on that moment 
body wants stinger of 
love, exchange of 
that life desires
to drink all 
kind's
venom, miseries, agonies, shadow - light 
victory defeat, all the ecumenical 
wounds are meaningless
before that thrilled
enigmatic bowl
of absolute
love,


Tuesday, 1 November 2011

THE MYSTIC TRAILS


apocalyptic hopes and realism of life 
amid these two points somewhere
perhaps our love is inhabited,
their own thinking, needs, 
couldn't change the 
truth of biotics, 
 nearness
silently incorporated our soul, almost 
knitted in a gossamered thread, 
corporeal oblation shared 
on the altar of passion, 
several times we 
have been 
touched
the apogee, on that genesis land of 
new life's creation, I have 
accepted you with 
inclined neck,
searched 
the 
survival point as a newborn explores 
the feeding place abruptly,from 
earth to space, entire
 cosmos is towards
the thirst of new
destination, 
the paths 
are 
may be different, the absolute truth 
remains with our breath, if it
walks every thing looks 
beautiful, full of 
potentials,
and 
whenever it stays, everywhere remains 
only dense darkness and mist, 
to get some light on that 
mystic trail, hence 
I loved you, felt
you, filled in
breathing,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
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