the truth of relationship

ethics i rejected, in the love
purity is the old concept, do not
mingle the elements, which are
in reality meaningless, the radical
emotions are the ultimate point
for submission of body, brain
heart, blood, whole organic parts
performed beautifully in the passion,
the divine powers let you release
to accept and give the pleasure,
the natural appeal is based on it
doctrines, dogmas couldnt change,
the human mind, homo, straight
every one wants the physical zeal,
the world of survival refuse the
hypothesis, the living organism
wants the alternate way to liberate
its desires, medium is created by
mind, an individual select his way,
just how to get pleasure in the
available moments, as quick possible
its main relationship, may be
concealed, may be open chapter --

-- shantanu sanyal

the memorable moments

the embellished covert moments
between two yearning souls,let me
disclose, romance desire bloom,
did you remember, the first bed
sharing night, the throbbing heart,
the winter evening with some
bunch of red roses i kissed you,
crimson face became scarlet in a
moment, when did dark appear
we had no sense, how the clothes
vanished, emotions became the wild
you reminded me in the indication
to closing the doors, when passing
the living room, to close the entrance,
i faced the big mirror, found myself
just the statue of david, muscles
were ardent, nerves stretched, wow -
awesome physics, commented by you,
almost i leaped, might be you
little hurt, that was fanatic love,
did you remember, i said you sorry
extreme pleasure reflected your face,
brown eyes were smiling in mystery,
tiny unknown flowers were bloomed
on the surface down the abdomen,
sweat droplets were peeing on the
chest as the dew on the pinnacles of
tender grass, in that chilly night , we
slept, undressed whole the night,in the
ray of dawn, we lost again in the mystic
planet, embracing to each other, the re tidal
waves, given us a new meaning of life,
suddenly, strange knock on the door,
we were laughing in low volume, searching
the our lost clothes, that was a memorable
night of complete submission - - - -

-- shantanu sanyal

just loving you

i professed, facing the mirror
the reflection of your love is
infiltrated, skin stomas released
the aroms, jasmine bloomed
alcoholic eyes unfolded the truth
though i didnt drink the wine,
the entire night, torrential rains
pour the soul, heart, the persona,
the ruins of babylon, pyramids
in the fresco of tajmahal,the world
over the secret of our relation,
scattered as the unrestrained waves
braks the coast, over flow the
horizons, i found myself, lost
somewhere in between elegent lines
of your lips, breasts, on the
silky eyelashes, i do not know
just loving you i experienced
the planet exchanged its beauty
by the dream, - the flowering valley
love droplet, dripping one by one
from the needle point of lotus petal
pink daises have replaced your
velvet gown, envious eyes desire to
remove them, one by one i want to
wrap the body by the millions
thirsty kisses -
my desires became the intense blaze
after loving you, just loving you --

-- shantanu sanyal 

the open cage

the perception of charcter goes
through continue process, hypocricy
is inherit in various channels, some
times on the surface, might be deep
 rooted, as dualism is the part of life,
tonight we delighted, sharing the bed
the dream was not harmonized, its
difficult to assess the inner feelings,
the deires never dies, the mind creates
every moment a different planet,
do not hide the truth, i know the
honesty of relation, diluted passion
the need of time, i performed with
concentration and you enjoyed,
its different question, how much was
love in your heart in exchange to me,
so its better, do not say that your
love is everlasting, just keep it
liberated, the open cage, realease
the desire whenever it wants to expel,
the knots of satisfaction, itself loose
as days passes in months and years,
the heart wants the changes, springs
summer, autumn and body odors
become pastles, romance searches
the new ventures, nothing is immoral
the bonding is required clarity,
acting damaged the soul, as well as
the persona to love again.

--- shantanu sanyal

the wild flowers

i do not know, why it transpired,
alone i was contended, in my life
emotions, feelings were painless
dreams, slumber, brain, each part of
body, self hegemony reshuffled -
why did you meet me, please say !
flickering love is hidden in the blue
how to touch the illumination,
the space is full of mist, thick clouds
the obsessed affilation, made me
untamed, the silent consent of
your beautiful eyes were insisted
to cross the imperceptible fire circle,
i didnt desire to demolish the trust
the astonishing rain, eccentric touch
the layers of sense stripped itself,
how and why, we shared the esteemed
moments, inclined your eyelashes
experienced, as millions twinkling
molecules of crystals were ornamented,
the deluge of contenment, forced
to affix the passionate till the dawn,
exchange of kisses, touched the soul
heart, heavenly feelings,
fingers, lips were moved as
impulsive musk deer s fragrance
on the each of body components,
the endless love was chasing
the widerness, necked, transparent
our limbs had been the flowers
on that of night of deep compliances,
the sweats were replaced by passion
drops, since that night i feel
the physics is no more remained
the lump of flesh, hair, skin, chest
down the abdomen, inner and outer
layers, all transformed in the
shape of the wild, beautiful blossom - -
- - - shantanu sanyal

The submission

Few droplets of dew, uncertain edge
let the wind to be stable for a moment,
the tentative leaf, drips are nervous
love is withholds in the eyes of yours,
the corporal imminence, sweet union
let me embrace, the galaxy of affection,
do not detach the arms, rhizomes desire
the prolific land to bloom the lilies,
the psychosis between the unlike lips
new poetries of life gets germination,
do not hesitate to walk on the surface of
muscled frozen lake, warmth is needed
to submission of flow, extreme pleasure,
the delataic region full of fecundity, lushness
the river has to divide in the natural bay,
to get the ocean in comprehensive way,
just hold my personality to submerge
the arid land, morning wants to make
the canvas of life, full of blossom - - - -

- - - shantanu sanyal

THE RING OF FIRE

layers and layers, pitch dark clouds
thunder,uncontrolled wind
together all in the provocation fuel
earthen lamp of ancient temple
a survival for the last breath
evening goes through the miles long
infinitive deep wild caves
promise to be fulfilled, any how
meeting rock is far away
thorny land, dense jungle, blind valleys
have to cross the tidal river
clapping hands, the invisible faces
preparing to throw the stones
mysterious,poisonous smiles
every where, in this merciless universe
face the chalange,the ring of fire
the cross over the final destination
to hug the beloved
be ready for the fire baths
proved homself the twenty four carat.
-- shantanu sanyal

the negative album

all the shining faces vanished, one by one
promises hanged on the wall
mistakes some times alter the reality
every one performed excellently
the spell bound acting is ended
no more clapping, zero stage, empty chairs
lights off - - - deadly darkness prevailed,
eclipsed all the myth, an emotinal hypothesis
bleeding moments, broken chandeliers
melted candles, flameless inner fire
fumy sky, dissolved moon,
the negative album-- a broken easy chair
an image extinct before the development
a person died before the midnight,
just keep some floral lines on the coffin

may be artificial -- once you loved me.
---- shantanu sanyal

endless -- search

two eyes, languages less


something searching all the time

on the rail tracks, besides the roads

on the ruined temple stairs

...just searching all the time

human, inhuman, some use to laugh

on her, some feel sorry

summer, winter or rains

two eyes weeping persistantly

but no tear drops-- unvisible stream

seismic memories, people say her- mad

commenting is the easiest thing

i heard, she belonged to some

aristocrate family,son is in america or

in london, i dont know exactly

what is lost -- how to say

silently she searches on the earth

some times towards the sky

endless -- search

-- shantanu sanyal

the riddles

neither you asked nor answered by me
i do not know, how it happened
an unseen relation between us developed
without the meduim -- strange -- but true
i feel your presence in my individuality
an image often moves
silently around the my shadow, i confessed
someone merged or
its the waves bringing me away far away
oceanic blue sky becomes suddenly
mosaic art of renaissance era - - -
leonardo, picasso, micheil angelo --
often sitting in the midnight together
my living room becomes the art gallery
i feel, they talk only for you -- i found
myself in athens, sometimes in florence
the crowd of question marks
chasing the days and night - - -
beyond the definition, a feeling is growing
like a cilmber creeping, on the body, mind,
hundreds desire erupt in a tiny moment
the agitation wants to drag me in the
virgin wilderness -- the purity refuses
to accept the submission --
who cares, the whirpool, the cyclone
i am the moth -- the short life, just want to
die in your arms, the endless passion gives me
incarnations.

--- shantanu sanyal