affections

i have dived into the depth of
ocean,to get precious trinkets
a submerged tunnel in the depth
i found you are the only person
waiting for me to show the way
 endless darkness was illuminating
by your heart as millions crystals
the blazing thirst became the calm
i have collected the secrets of life

your love is blessed me affluent
though i have nothing precious
stones apart the your affections
reciprocal loving moments under
the blessing changed my persona,
--- shantanu sanyal

angel of flowers

gulmohar blossoms proudly stamped
their presence besides the cemented
streets, a portrait of vivid oil painting
once i kept on the balcony walls, for
drying it fast, honey seekers forgot the
path, innumerable times in the life,heart
ran behind the dreams,eyes confused
by the character of colors, a whirlpool
innocently pulled towards the mirage,
the kissing marks on the lips of poems
was not easy to hide, given blame to
the season,flowers trapped the moments,
the trail of the sky passes among the
blinking stars,stripped emotions walked
to fill the aroma,near the full moon
i lost my self identification, your love
lifted my body, after that i had no words,
the impulsive approval,the soul s rebirth,
the season called me angel of flowers.
-- shantanu sanyal

pin drop silence

the hilarity ended on pin drop silence
the shacking hands is not indication
that you have occupied the heart, my
desires created the endless destinations,
its difficult my friend to follow the
particular path, end of journey had the
origins of horizons, here sea and earth
are meeting to each other, not the blues
i just raised the hands towards the sun
its your vision converted me worshiper,
loving to someone is not the de rigueur
 that i would be able to excavate the soul,
my definition is simple,planet create it
complicated,i looked in your eyes, some
other dreams, you asked me, about the
exposed body, how to clarified that the
flesh sensation too after cutting in to pieces,
the calculation of emotion does not follow
the theory of Darwin s evolution -----

---- shantanu sanyal

The cuckoo clock

nothing would be permanent, the clock
does not to do so, still the blues shines
as usual, i left the conference decade ago,
the name plate s letters faded , dust
covered the passion as blooming season
said good bye, the diary s delicate stanzas
might be flown in the rapid wind of life,
i found my wet emotions fluttering on
the twigs of dried bamboo trees,
the moon went up  slowly above
the ruins of sentiments, turbulent flow
of the lake acknowledged  my face or
not, God knows , the foot prints were
washed away by the waves, some
incomplete poems, dried roses were
floating near the edge, i have nothing
to prove my presence in your life,
the cuckoo clock is silent, as the bird left
the cage, but its working properly
pendulum says its now midnight my friend
morning is a foreign national.

-- shantanu sanyal

the boomerang

life doesnt want always compromise
the moon faces may be created
by astral calculation, predictions,
here my heart rules the the planet
mind shows the path to follow the
perception of my own decision,
how to blame others or destiny
i have grown my self the future seeds
here no scope is remained my friend
to face the consequences of past deeds,
the relation between me and mirror
might me not always cordial, because
image says the bitter truth, my sins
and benevolence were unbalanced,
the self consciousness was not so easy,
but veiling the face is the crime
unknowingly i hurled the boomerang
numerous times and received multiple
injuries in the return, its happened,
i did not compromise the facts and
confession forced me to kneel down,
here the planet left me alone forever.
-- shantanu sanyal

the dream

the grace of nature appeals
i worshiped your beautiful eyes
the brief of life inhabited on
the dark edges, i illuminated
my day and night to loving you,
the sound of soft walking, feels
the nectar dripping from the
wild purple,canopy blossom,
the lips seems like two rivers
are restless to mingle the emotions,
the gorgeous delicate appearance
breaks my passion in installments,
the flowering smiles misguides the
the travelers to find the destination,
each and every angle are enfolded
with the reflection of rainbow, your
persona is ornamented by precious
blessings of angels, i fear to touch,
a glassy beautiful walking dream is
surfaced on the earth, after looking
the painters are speechless, brush
and colors confronted in mute, the
moments paused itself, sun waits,
requests for rotation, for survival.

--- shantanu sanyal

the perception

the limit of my imagination is
glassy, breakable, i did not fence
the surrounds, let the dreams
shelter, grow, bloom and scatter
i contended whenever you had
defeated me, its creates some
more space for self realization,
just like a kid s victory, knowingly
loosing the game has unique zeal,
the graph of life goes through the
various face, lines had no regrets,
your love is on the tip of thorn
as dew droplet shines in dawn,
my devotion rests on the dry leaf,
let the fresh wind push love, down
heart would be surfaced in a moment
i waited since the creation of cosmos,
to, absorb the outburst of submission,

--- shantanu sanyal

The desert lilies

those all days did not stay longer
before the sun set the pale light
explained the dilution of relation,
i still keep your shadow on the
balcony s flowering weak plants,
i checked almost every day to
them, may be one day, would
be some flamboyant changes,
the conversion between the
buds and butterflies, i did not
guess, something is lacking to
bloom the dream,i tried my best,
the agreement failed as we were
delayed to know each other,
the separation was painful as
we trimmed the stem to bloom
the widespread winter blossom,

only desert lilies survived in the
evening, thats your favorite flower,
i looked your face, dissolved in the
moon, sudden glow is increased,
now night looks more transparent.
-- shantanu sanyal

The love

obsession made me offensive
declared my love for you,they
pelted stones, abused, punished
it was their verdict, i left off them
bleeding forehead had the miracle
i accepted life after the death,
my persona was the dropped bloom
hatred created me majestic icon,
thorny circlet explained me divinity
i lost the extreme pain s gravity,
my love was the ever lasting soul,
whole the cosmos concluded in
a moment,i looked my reflection in
your eyes,floating on the tear drops.
--- shantanu sanyal

the hill station

1
bonfire burnt,facing to each other
night engulfed slowly, splashed the
silent moments, half moon of sky
scattered the wet light, mountains
might be concerned about the hide
and seek of wilderness, continued
the game of the prey and predator,
trees were the only mum witness.
2

morning bathed with honey of wild
blooms,birds twittering in new songs
the fresh wind desired to play with
your curly hairs,flowers unfolded the
delicate petals,inclined eyelashes had
some dew droplets, gift of night glee,
bonfire had been converted in cold
ashes, some moth, dragon fly wings
were scattered, ending of short saga.
3
as a coin, life has divided the ecstasy
in two parts, again the destiny s victory,
hill station had many secrets wrapped
in the mist,only thats are among us
trees, you and me -concealed moments
let keep some balance for next visit.
--- shantanu sanyal