once we were together

tender leaves again appeared
on the necked tree tops
old ugly residues have been broken
germinated new plants are
peeping towards the sun
there once we were together
a rainy moisturized day
foggy, gloomy forest
among the strange wild bloom
walking encloser the lake
calm and waveless
lush blue depth of eyes
pink, white, red flowers
every thing is existed in its place
in authentic,abundent way
life is continued river
after a decade the barks of
tall trees might be changed
but the names are still
visible -- as we marked there.

--- shantanu sanyal

the clouds

blossoming dell,leaning the clouds
i feel your fragrance everywhere
the wild trails go through the
sparkling of your silent eyes
i want to forget the path, just
keep the refuge in your heart,
my love is obsessive to touch
the creased emotions,which are
sleeping on the edges of lips,
the violet dreams enfolded
with hundreds daffodils
let me defuse all the passions,
on the surface of breath
my love is primitive, stripped
just wrap it vigorously
in the circle of your consent
tame my flow of desire
on your smoldering valley
just hold me to quench
the infinite thirst of multi-births
tonight i decided to break
myself in various angles --
for you -- only you !
-- shantanu sanyal

tender roses

ecstasy of song and music
twilight to late night
spell of closest moments
broken in the unknown horizon,
its crack of dawn
shattered dreams
sleep on the sea beach,
birds are flying away
in the search of new destination
melted wax,ashes remained on
the surface of wounded heart,
some dew droplets
laying on the eye lashes
oozing wounds
requires some more times
to get the next shock,
picking the pieces of
the broken wine glasses
someone decorated the vase
with tender red roses
arranging the new life as usual

-- shantanu sanyal

Endless passion

Endless passion




The unbounded love, doesn’t care



The torrential rain, thunder –



Tsunami is lesser before the wild



Emotions, you have to search



Definition of tamed feeling, I know



My feelings are everlasting waves



Desires to touch the undiscovered



Skies, rarest destinations ----



Just touch me, feel the warmth of



Compacted passion, existed since



I looked you first time, the hidden



Desert roses bloomed itself –



I feel that you made for me



No one has the right to divide the



Nectar from the eternal flower –



The bunch of flowers scattered



On the chest, on the lips



Everywhere, just like your smile



Reacts and my limbs feel the



Sensation, what’s mistake, if



I kissed you, nothing the abnormal



Rocks have life too, for soaking



The rain drops after the burning



Himself for centuries ----



Erosion by rapid wind of world



Didn’t smashed my persona



My life is waited for you



Ever since origin of ameba ---



Millions years passed my love



Remained untouched in the



Evolution of emotion



I conserved, saved my dream



To touch you, to submerged you



Inside my heart, body and soul



What’s wrong if our souls and body



Reciprocal and became the equation



It s decided by the nature



No one has the power



To spilt the flow of two streams



Named he and she – colors, shape



Beauty or quality doesn’t matter



Love doesn’t think, it s blind



Ever ending relation wants



To live and die together ---



---- shantanu sanyal

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