transformed fresco

transformed fresco
multi layered adortion
glorified my fragmented life
thanks you, aknowledged me
and shared the broken sides
frescos were awaited since a long times
to refill the live colours- a meaning
you included me in your life
a sinking boat touched the edge
a dried tree transformed with tender leaves
never thought way of life would be so
beautiful,a healing touch change me
completely
thousands desires are born
with several hopes and dreams
wordless moments strat speech
whenever you hold the hands softly
and said-
life is so beautiful --- just look into
the my eyes, consistently i am forgetting--
that i am on the earth or
walking on the delicate moon rays ---

-- shantanu sanyal

IDENTITY

do not ask my identity
a large canvas greater than the sky
from vedas to vivekanand
roots are firmely existed
from the mohenjodaro to kaashi
and branches extended
to all the universe
the ocean deep culture
surviving since creation of cosmos
its easier to demolish the temple
a faith is more powerful
no one can eras from the heart
a giant river is flowing since ancient era
many tributaries came
from different direction
and submerged in it
a unique colourful land
unknown origin and endless flow
evolution of my identification
is beyond the imagination
after the last judgement
or pralay my presence will be certain
no one could be denied it
i am the torch bearer of the next civilization
i am Indian --only Indian

-- shantanu sanyal

The last sink

The last sink







Hang about a moment






My eyes desire to feel you






Just like a passion flower






Gives eternal fragrance






Drop by drop to wind,






Remain touching the chest






Till moon drops into the






Waves of affection ------






Let darkness more cloudy






Lips desire to pick






One by one the hidden






Loves scattered on the






Body in particles of -






Numerous tiny lives,






Breath like a volcano






My persona wants to






Absorb the concealed






Melting beauty –






Loving you till the






The extinction of the earth






It s my last determination






Let the morning wait






Somewhere in the






Back door of horizon,






I want to enter tonight






In the depth of unknown






The unknown ocean ---






--- shantanu sanyal

The thunderous laugh

The thunderous laugh

The wine, women, music, dance

Whole the night thunderous laugh

“God is the great.” Contradiction

Counting the dead bodies---

Of so called unbeliever enemies,

Late night slogan is continued –

God is the great, what type s God

Who loves only the blood and blood!

Flowers, sleeping child s sweet smile

The moon, stars, loving to each other

Beautiful dreams, laughing faces

Why doesn’t your God like these?

If God is great, why followers became

Lunatic, monsters, inhuman, wild

The blood suckers, Dracula s breed,

What’s wrong in the philosophy?

Please show me the God, not my-

Because my God is existed everywhere

In the face of poor, weaker, lapper

In the pain of orphanage ----- in the

Each and every particles of planet

Just show me, your great God

Who loves only destructions and

Assassination of innocent human

I have to ask him, why he created -

The devils? The heartless animals!

The planet is the beautiful, we do not

Want the ugly spots.

--- Shantanu Sanyal

the real paradise

the real paradise

An imaginary personality, ridiculous

Followers in millions just running –

Behind the shadows, blind eyes killing

The innocent after the rituals of their

Supremacy, Jesus, Buddha wants rescue

The brutal attack of primitive habitat –

Civilization failed, Darwin s theory

Reversed, de-evolution is continued.

What’s wrong in the human behaviors?

Once a Friday, after the prayer

Some people assembled, near the

Worship place, dragged one innocent-

Traveler and killed him ruthlessly

And raised victory slogan ---

The man before dying requested

Folding the hands for mercy –

They didn’t forgive him, because

They were real, pure follower of

An imaginary object and others

Are caterpillars, insects, non believer,

They have no rights to survive

What type s planet is created by them?

The millions moisturized eyes

Speechless, after the carnage of Mumbai,

The twin tower tragedy, covered

Under the shrouds of debris –

The bloodbath is continued, destination is

unknown. Humanity and brotherhood are

Absurd, meaningless—here religion is

Addiction and peoples are carnivores.

The cannibalizing process is persistently

Going on in different shape ---

Rest of the world has to think

For future -- -- how to make the planet

Beautiful, the real heaven – it’s a question.

---- shantanu sanyal

the re- exploitation

The re- exploitation

The Secluded hamlet, enclosed

By hills, mountains, streams ---

Somewhere under the anonymous

Wild flower tree, near the waterfalls

Magnificent, untouched, my virgin-

Dreams, often tried to catch

The floating stripped moments,

Like the slippery catfish –

Desires betray all the time,

Dry flowers and leaves, some

Deep kisses, love letters

Shared pleasures and whispers

Familiar odors, broken gifts

All the memories slowly

Settled down and mixed with

Sediment, in the depth of river

Your masked, innocent face

Lures still to dream --------------

For renovation by red roses

Its sympathy or re - exploitation

For the dreams, I do not know.

--- Shantanu Sanyal

The emotional adultery

shattered, smashed moments of past

wants to touch softly the tender petals

searching the sleeping child s pure smile

clouds have to break the rainbow

I desire to collect the colors

empty hands raised, stratched to hug

the sky, everlasting thirst and your eyes,

the burned canopy of life

waiting to absorb the dew droplets

from your rozy delicate lips,

emotions do not care the confines

mature flowers have to scatter the aroma

flowers are blooming again

under the shade of your myaterious smile

let me leave to live for some more moments

please do not classify, vulgarity, beauty

just close the social dictionary

my emotions want adultery

Iam in love, again ---

--- shantanu sanyal

I did not recognize---

I did not recognize
or confused to distinguish
between the two shades,
a microline is divorced
although street was parallel
colours mixed to each others,
pigments were radicals
expelled and ---created grey clouds
gathered on surface of soft
expression ,
suddenly the sky was monotonous
I found myself in to the centre of
whirlwind, trying to overcome
and unseen intuition
raised the hands and hugged me,

in a moment-
sky was purple blue a massive umbrella
ornamented by silvery flowers
emotions were flying high
a passion to create and produce
something the new, up to the minute
an innovative idea
colors appealed me -said
yet day is bright
touch me -- love me
just desire the authentic concept
fill the colours -- thats life.
-- shantanu sanyal

The bitter truth

Just touch me, the ceaseless ignition
wants you entirely, she said once,
the eyes contact was entered
through the lips to lower the abdomen,
do not tag me by poem, artificial flowers
the definition of love is insignificant
the natural beauties are live
because the exchange of fertility has existed
do not show me dreams of
moon, stars, flowers, waterfalls, rivers
I know in your eyes, the planet is
the graceful canvas of life,
because you can not see through me
please hug me, I desire to break
in your mighty arms forever - -
the outer layers of your body
falling itself does not try to patch it,
my barren, thirsty, deserted valleys are
challenging you, just lash down
the hidden rains for new sprouts - -
the masked face dropped the saliva
do not try to screen the lust, desires lava,
that’s uncontrollable, let it erupt - -
my persona is prepared to absorb the
splash of the masculine river, just show
your inner strength of condensed vitality - -
- - Shantanu Sanyal

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