morning dream

early morning dreams become true
once you said to me
walking up thoughts
one by one multiplied wishes
whole the night
memories assembled
moon, stars and the galaxy
congregated around the bed
slowly didn't know
what s happened
a deep darkness
coating my persona
unknown two hands
wanted to catch my neck
I screamed --- echo returned back
whole the night, I tried and tried
a sweet dream which can alter my life
full of love and ecstatic moments
some one may be provide me
early morning -- knock at door
after opening--
a child was standing before me
and smiling with the flourish look
she wanted to show me a butterfly
in the neighborhood flowers were abundant
it was spring,I never saw such beautiful dream

--- shantanu sanyal

FOSSILIZED LOVE

the different world
once created by someones
sand houses on the beach
knitted by soft fingers
the dreams as silky touch
foot prints are still existed
once they walked on
the wet surface holding hands
aquatic birds often visit there
and search the safe place
nesting process is continued
since the earth is born
uncontrolled waves sometimes
want to abolish

the fossilized heart
but failed to destroy the memories
in the low tide
the submerged mystic world
often visible in the moon light
layers of emotion
inhales from the muddy wet land
far away waves cries
and the tear drops hides
in the oysters inner bodies
fossilized love shines in the
shape of multicolored pearls-
---- shantanu sanyal

WHO KNOWS - - - ?

discarded,rejected,uncared
floating some rotten flowers
on the bank of the river-
the ancient temple stairs are
touching the destiny s consequences,
today someone is star of your eyes
tomorrow who would knew
out of detection might be,
do not love extremely,exceptionally
keep some space for
collecting the pieces of the
broken dreams---
little away a corpse is floating
on the waves, wandering dogs
are sitting near the edge with dropping
the saliva---
died did not know who loved, or hated
and emerged in the water
he is out of all philosophy
eagles, vultures are flying over the high
nothing is the new in it
death is the absolute truth
no one could disloyal to it
bells are ringing in the
ruined century old temple of Shiva
conch s sound mingling with
near by passing a train through the bridge
a dingy boat far away --towards the south
going to the unknown destnation
who knows the last mark of the journey?
the love and hate together promised for survival
might be it ridiculous but it is the 
part of life----
- - - shantanu sanyal

AUTHENTIC FLAMES

AUTHENTIC FLAMES
metallic darkness and ethnic love
rejects the artificial margins in the woodland,
a transparency challenges
to so called man made civilization
two shadows hugged as the wild climbers
live or die, on the each others arms
no taxomony, between the prey and predator
the centuries old thirst
a self burning process,a sweet sensation
flows through the nerves, winy winds,
wild mahuva flowers, blended in the saliva
an age old drink , breaks the myth
stripped shadows passed over the log bridge
the sweat smells every where
drum beating is continued in the lower valley-
in the tribal habitat through the monotonous
rythm,metallic darkness becoming the thicker
and thicker, near by nervous call of stag
hysterically,creating the atmosphere in more

ferocious and seductive flair
moon is hidden in the canopy
in midnight the ignition reached to its peak
massive burning every where
shadows moisturized, breathing and screams
converted in the sweet amalgum of satisfaction
hidden clouds are waiting some where
to burst in the millions particles
the moon still under the black
muscles of clouds, tonight nature
scattered more space for two unknown lovers.
---- shantanu sanyal

UNFOLD LAYERS

UNFOLD LAYERS
expression was tried to be domesticated
inner demon leaped and climbed to the brain
to be called a sterilized man
gone through by the yoga and gym
from the religious doctrines to secular ideology
tried to convert the pseudo principles
a method to winning the desires
connection to the sanyas--
for self declaration of a pure absolute male
always the hollowness attached
remained uncontrolled inner fire
found the most volatile,explosive
a massive dense forest burning--since the earth
is existed,necked truth--accepted the failures
internal monster never dies
in subconsense,pleasure have multi fangs
a lust of hot flesh, a power to supress the weaker
challenging the spiritual phobia
human being never to be domesticated
biologically or socially
widerness gives him pleasure,satisfactions
omnivores ---the supreme creature
no mask--no veil--no shame ---unfold
entire transparency
a full sized glass--highlighted by
false flowers,leaves ---
continued blooming and falling down
one by one in the dense darkness
the layers of civilization unfolds its colors
in the same way --- onions unfold
and gives away the tear drops
eyes are found always answer less --
every one wants to look his stripped image

in the mirror of life.
--- shantanu sanyal

Tale of the journey

Tale of the journey

The remote halt for trains,

Surrounded by mountains, dense -

Forests, wild rivers ---

The last train passed, its midnight

Platform was deserted

Some four-five persons

And a moment crossed the gate,

Before closing the station

He checked the platform area

As a routine before going

To the bed, his bungalow was

Nearer to the halt, big, spacious

Extra large for a bachelor,

He was a handsome

Muscular young man, station

Master come booking clerk –

His desires and lust

Were endless, tribal compared

Often with wild bison to him,

How to trap the prey

And squeeze until the last drop,

He knew very well

Victims always attracted to his

Greek structure of body

And that plus point

Made him sex maniac,

It was pre monsoon, in sky thin

Clouds were flying

He entered in side the home

Stripped and drank wine

As usual –gone to bed

And started thinking for

Next prey, already lured to

Villagers by some money,

Suddenly some knock on the door

A beautiful woman was before him

He dragged her in to the bed,

In the morning, booking window

Didn’t open, traveler were worried

Reached to the bungalow

And found the dead necked

Body of station master

People never seen again that

Beautiful woman

Who often seemed by the tribal

In the past, unfamiliar face with

Extra ordinary beauty—

---Shantanu Sanyal

The dreams of morning

The dreams of morning

All dark sides of the life, assembled -

Near the bed I couldn’t sleep last night.

Every body was insisting, I had to share

Some moments with them,

One personality and hundreds characters!

How to satisfy every one, in a short night?

Infancy wanted to give back the virginity-

As friends snatched the innocent beauty

For experimental fun ---in the rainy nights,

Juvenile days demanded to get back the purity

As adults made them addicted of desire--

Some mature faces were unsatisfied as

Society forced them to follow the false doctrines,

Few old wrinkles were tired, wanted

Fresh wind to live for some more days

Endless catalog, only one thing was common-

All the sides were blank pages.

I failed to answer them, just distributed

The dreams of morning, which was standing

Somewhere in the back of darkness---

---Shantanu Sanyal

The reflection

The beautiful denial by you,

That once you kissed me!

Nothing surprise in that, that’s

Happened, but is it possible to-

Remove the lip prints on the heart?

I do not know, is it easy,

Refusal of reality, flowers and

Its fragrance, difficult to put

Out of sight, just take it normal.

The agreement between the eyes,

Acceptance was unconditional

I filled the colours and you became

The masterpiece, the painter

And his creation, that’s all,

It’s not necessary that image will

Love to her creator.

Rejection has its own flavour

Overlapped by unexplored essence

Just try, whenever you will sit

Before the mirror,

The reflection of love will ask you

the secret of lie.

--Shantanu Sanyal

The Confession

Ignorance of your profound love

I couldn’t recognize the depth-

And roamed through the shallow

Waters, life didn’t satisfy me-

My endless search for cerebral peace

Carried me from one place to other,

I changed the relations, every night

As changing the costumes,

Seasons has executed his role nicely

When I looked my image in to the

Life-sized mirror, found myself stripped

It was to late, grey haired face

Wrinkles lines, dried chest-----and

Half burned cigarettes, empty wine-

Glasses, didn’t want to release me,

I know, the passed moments wouldn’t

Come back, but doors are opened

As I fear to the loneliness.

Some desires never ends-

Some dreams are longer than the life.

---Shantanu Sanyal