THE MYSTIC PATH - -

Didn't get any colour, as - -
my heart desired, I
tried to draw
several
times
the
lost childhood whenever,
indeed, life has its
own limitations,
across
the
transparent butterfly wings,
I have seen you're
trying to touch
me, we both
are now
invincible
souls,
floating with the sacrosanct
flow, from here begins
the inner journey
of the seraphic
world, you've
to go
through the process of
ecdysis, nothing is
for hiding, in
this path,
everybody has to pass
uncovered, now the
man-sized mirror
is before us,
the
self-assessment is the only
way to correct our
existence, nothing
remains across
the zero line,
everything
is in this
moment,
after
that, there are only foggy
paths everywhere - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL  
 

THE TRANSMUTATION - -

In the pin-drop silence of
the night, life replaces
the darkness with
a slough of
moonlight,
in the
wilderness of naked truth,
all leaves fall gradually,
those moments
never-to-be-
forgotten,
the
swapping of body and soul
with each other, the
nature looks
speechlessly
our
metamorphosis, as a wing
of a butterfly comes
out from the
cocoon
slowly,
in
the moonlit river, waves
write silently Omar
Khayyam's
poetry,
your
love breaks all the man-
made boundaries,
creates new
horizon
of
beauty - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL

DODGING TO THE DEATH - -

A strange fallacy often brings
me in the blankness of
arid, tho' you were
just near me,
sometimes
life
becomes the wild river, a light
rain of happiness breaks
the piers, whenever
you've
unexpectedly touched me, do
not know where's the
destination of
broken
stars,
in your mystic eyes, I've seen
the origin of the milky way,
the account of life
never ends,
let it be
in its
place, whenever you came,
it looks like you never
separated from
my existence,
as soon
as
you disappear everything
looks like the glacial
era, the earth
freezes,
the
sky becomes the endless grey
smoke, do not know how this
attachment crossing
years and years
perhaps it
will go
in an
infinitive way, even it dodging - -
the death - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL

NOBODY WAITS -

After many decades of traceless,
I've returned to the suburban
lane of the past, in search
of innocence love,
those hidden
corners
of life
are changed in a big way, once
there was a banyan tree,
a twittering ceremony
of birds often held
there, when
evening
comes
down slowly into the river, the
nocturnal blooms began
to spread the magical
scent of wild
jasmine,
in the
ruins of the ancient temple,
someone waits for me
after giving seduction
to the world, we
haven't fear
the
venomous serpents, beneath
the grove of bamboo
plants, we weaved
dreams for life,
we have
written
endless poetry beyond the - -
boundary of literature,
we didn't follow the
rule of grammar
and crossed
all skylines
of
manmade, and reached to the
unknown world of passion,
tho' that journey remained
shorter but unfinished,
the wind wheel of
time moving in
its place,
everything is changed, suburban
has no more existed now it's part
of the metropolis, I didn't
get your address, it's
time to go
back - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE PEACOCK FEATHER - -

It's easy to be a self-proclaimed
messiah, the realism of life
doesn't wait for the
turning point,
the book
keeping
of a
mirror never reflects hypocrisy,
doesn't matter in its eye,
you're a  microbe or
a giant, today
goad is in
your
hands, but don't think you're
sky-high, the beat of time
never forgives maybe
you're a big noble
client, everything
has an end
edge,
nobody is a fadeless creature,
the rifts are part of life
compromise is the
real glue for
joint, the
span
of
survival is the desire of the
moth for some time, just
keep some peacock
feathers on the
pages of -
midnight.

* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
 
 

Time never forgives - -

Pseudo flames have its own limit of 
gleam, however the

real fire

grows

up

from the depth of struggle, and

survives

till the

its

death, everything burns

in its way, but it keeps

the existence of

torchbearer

along with

the soul

of

extensively tortured by the so-called
leader of mass, indeed

the time never

forgives

him.

- Shantanu Sanyal

Till the last breathe - -

Something remained

unsolved between

us, something

reshaped

Itself,

life

has its own hidden art

of growing damaged

limbs unlike the

reptiles, the

main aim

is the

survival in all serpentine

path, the natural stings

never dies, a person

crusades till his

last breath,

- Shantanu Sanyal

Beyond the words - -

It's not a rosy path or the 
meadows of a moonlit

night, but the 
journey 
never 
halts, goes on through the
up-and-down graph

of life, you're
still a
morning blooming rose,
the petals of love

often dispersed
the concealed
fragrance,
and life

receives the beauty of - -

survival, really some
emotions can't
explain by
words,

It condensed with the span
of age.

- Shantanu Sanyal

PERSISTENCE - -

When all sides' door is closed - -

and far far away remains

the endless silence,

but innermost

edge never

goes

away it calls the life for a fulcrum,

when all lights of earth and

sky goes off, and the

scary darkness

wants to

engulf

the existence, believe me, some -

one appears one's own self,

and that embodiment

brings the life

towards

the

colourful skyline, the condition is -

just believe yourself, need to

fight till the last breath.

- - SHANTANU SANYAL

Estuary of eyes - -

All origins have endpoints,

maybe the river or

breath however

I've found,

you

are just waiting for me

with complete

devotement

tho' I'm

not

the ocean or the deity

of mass, I'm just a

bubble floating

in the wind

of the

beach,

just

searching the palms of

an innocent smile of

a playful kid, your

love do not

let me

to

extinct, however my soul

wouldn't get rid of

your endless

love, I will

come

back

again and again in the

estuary of your

deep eyes

- - -

- Shantanu Sanyal