natural phenomenon

repulsive is my look the mirror said
external version is not the final truth
among the flesh, bones, blood, saliva
the beautiful planet inhales the life
emotions have no discriminations

mirror ignored the internal flow, its
not my mistake that you pushed me in
the corner of ruined, rejected planet
heart produced the rare blossom
its the world of beautiful lotus, lilies
for a while let me love to my friend
dreams are not created for only you
its natural phenomenon let it liberate
--- shantanu sanyal

the sky looks smaller

injured feelings sometimes shows
the way to love everybody, its a self
assessment that others have pain too
the sky is dark today let the clouds
melt down my chest is unfolded in
a way that i could be absorbed all the
vaporized tear drops, depressions
moisturized roses opened the petals
somewhere my failures in life says
weak beam is sufficient to bloom the
neglected, deserted, wild blooms

its beautiful experience to feel your
presence, how much is cherished
its not a matter about the intensity of
love, the passion to see the smiles
on the faces is my destination of life
here i feel the comprehensiveness
the sky looks smaller in those moments.
--- shantanu sanyal

vulnerable emotion

i relinquished the possession
do you able to release all the
speechless sharing  moments
perhaps no,something is still
hidden in your heart to accept
the reality, that in the rains we
bathed together in the blazing
flow,wishing to forget is very
easy, how to eras the perfume
of love, prepared the eyes since

ancient times,everlasting desires
goes through the heart to soul
extraction of fragrance is tough
flowers have to die in the mass
my breathing is diluted by your
purity,how to leave, inhaling the
life,here my vulnerable emotion
has premature death, there you
have to decide for new dreams
somewhere fingers would be hurt
the roses are beautiful but thorns?
---- shantanu sanyal

dreams want to sleep for a while

all familiar faces vanished in a moment
as autumn knocked the doors
the pledge to die together was a
canvas of temporary colors
knitted dreams unfolded, threads
scattered as sweater s performance

now is out dated no more rosy chill
wool roll remained as a toy of kitten
the sun sets behind the easy chair
empty trembling shadows still touching
the bonsai plants, tuber lilies died
leaving the bulbs under the soil who
knows tomorrow, they would be
bloomed or not, the pale leaves are
falling one by one
dreams want to sleep for a while
--- shantanu sanyal

myth

prejudice made me dynamic
i colored the sky with mosaic
flowers have no monopolies
decorated the poem of life with
crystals of defeat and victories
the planet is framed in smaller
since you looked from window
i have door less hanging nests
no apprehension for cyclones
the tremor of emotion failed
here i lived on burning craters
dreams are not untouchables !
i break the myth, touched the

stranger but divine blue eyes.
--- shantanu sanyal

beyond the imiginations

the virtue and sin the two faces
goes parallel in the life, definition
is created by the doctrines of men
nobody knows prophecy after death
survival was the reality, in the end
both hands would be empty that s
the ultimate truth, its differ that i
desired to rule the planet, ambitions
indicated me whole the life about
the glassy bridge across the river
of deep valleys, rocks and serpents
touching the sky was only dream
my aim was beyond the imiginations
-- shantanu sanyal

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