RESURRECTION OF DESIRES

resurrection of desires said that
life is short to produce the new
creations, nature is provocative,
streams want to dam up the wave
as wilderness would be submerged,
the new dreams required space to
grow some tender emotional plants,
in the vicinity of passion i arranged
abundantly seeds of friendship, let
them to be germinated with love,
snow layers began to dissolve , tiny
wild blooms woke up after the long
sleep, sky sprayed the soft rays of
hope, let invite the peace messenger
to fetch the nectars of brotherhood,
the planet has lot of barren land, its
time to fill the heart with lovely honey,
life desires some more days to see
the world standing together to resist
law breakers of garden,here let them
purify the rusted surface of humanity,
smiles are eager to stretch the wing of
peace,harmonious co existence says
let make the world more favorable to stay,
-- shantanu sanyal

THE TRUTH

perfectionist is the myth i did not get
a single person in the life, to say
the complete human without the
flaw, but my faith is stubborn kid
followed a line of investigation, my
thirst revived always to get another
source of quest of absolute chaste,
whom i considered my destiny maker
the persona exploited me silently,
the dreams had the invisible wings too
when eyes were unfolded i found
some one utilized the innocent trust,
later my perception rejected my
decision to follow the magical shadow,
i confessed my mistakes to chase
behind the fantasies, nothing is made
in the world with complete purity,
inside the beautiful structure, reality
not more than the skeleton of bones,
breathing in this moment is the only
truth, and thats  the perfect object after
exhausting required to everlasting sleep,
here my egos surrender the truth,

---- shantanu sanyal

The soul to soul association,

love fountains have no boundaries
just like stubborn baby, wants to play
with newly arise full moon, let it
reflects in the crystal clear pure heart,
playing with the moon is dream
let me touch to your heart eagerly like
a kid touches the moon in the bowl
the physical beauty is temporary
please sometimes go through the soul,
for pleasure of few seconds do not
break the whole branch of blossoms,
love me beyond the imagination but
dear do not try to tame me in the cage,

just feel my existence in your persona
its the unique hermaphrodite of passion,
the soul to soul association, believe me
my dear, its the extreme contentment ,
long and everlasting fusion of rare perfume,
---- shantanu sanyal

PARTIAL EXCAVATION

loosing to some one in the life is not only
grief in the life my friend, some
broken stars have no sky though
they have illuminated before extinction,
loving to some one is not only one
ultimate destination, its a new genesis
of emotion to experience others pain,
wishing to merge the heart
in stranger s miseries indicates that
our existence has some meaning too,
the vast valley converted in blossom
the overshadowed some plants have
lost their identification, eyes moved
only above the brilliant colors, left over
some blooms never to be reached to maturity
we did not really become a Santa, though
lesser destiny s buds raised the petals
the flow of love had been dried or-
our self centered, circle prohibited them
we did not feel the moisture of eyes
actually we never loved any one by heart
just outer layers appealed us for passion
how to explain my friend, there is a massive
unexplored planet of life in side the chest
dilution of love made us only for corporal
pleasure, we just excavated the body,
did not reach in the depth of love valley.

--- shantanu sanyal

the purity of love

in inadequate lights sometimes
strange plants challenge the
survival of life, they grow numerous
invisible branches to get moisture
i learnt the art of winning the heart
in the life triumph was not the last
pleasure, we shared the looser s
pains too, just changing the reflection
recognition is not a prestigious point
i felt happiness in the lost faces too,
your love says me consistently that
image never betray the perception
no matter medium is water or mirror
in the race of life i hold you because
i knew you never to be allowed to push

me down, the loyalty chained you with
my individuality, the purity of love
has various sky, blues are only outer
--- shantanu sanyal

REBORN MOMENTS

lost the path after the midnight
mass, carol singing was over, in
the meeting points of earth and sky
the strange star was disappeared
we had reached in the different world
in the genesis of adoration, the
Christmas morning blessed with
new gift of tender, delicate silky dreams
in the dim, misty valley we sat down
beneath the wooden bridge for a
moment, keeping inclined necks to
each others shoulders, the closed
eyes had the beautiful world of love,
the sweet breeze from stream sprinkled
honey dipped flowers on our persona,
we walked holding hands to far away
church, temples, stairs of myth, all were
left behind, the hundreds Hanukkah blazed
the darkness of life defeated by love
the unknown trails welcomed us with
exquisite blossoms of heaven, here we  lost
the all religious doctrines, dogmas, symbols
liberated from the suffocated fence of
definition, unidentified object is insignificant
in these moments we reborn -------

--- shantanu sanyal

THE INCLINED TWILIGHT

red roses were decorated, candles burnt
cafe is delighted with music of life
the twilight fragrance with affection
neon lights filled the color of ecstasy,
you did not arrive, i waited till midnight
roses had many tales but could not say
music played in the nerves of moment
candles burnt speechlessly till the last melt,
the perfumes fused itself on the chest
the evening returned back with hurt emotions
colored light had been slept in the horizons,
night had offered me vigorously the wine
dwindling steps reminded me, the dream is
broken, stripped bleeding persona looking
now mirror, whole the body has pierced
in love, endless night, a challenge to travel
on the burning trails of wild blaze ---

-- shantanu sanyal

ASTRAL FLOWERS

tonight prophecy of Nostradamus has
failed, astral flowers bloomed on your
silky hairs,blue moon appeared in your
eyes, Omar Khayyam s poetries are
squashed in your heart, in the moon glow
i looked a dream becoming the reality of
mysterious, Egyptian non deciphered sign,
tonight whole the planet wants to pray you
its a competition, everybody exhibits the
intensity of love,how to show my eternal
emotions, i lost the words of appreciations,
tonight is blessed by angles, mystical touches
i have nothing to offer apart the beauty of
soul,you are the only icon, i worshiped every
birth, tonight my destiny would be snatched
to you from the gate of paradise, its moments

i could be accepted the  weird bowl of venom
-- shantanu sanyal

RADICAL MOMENTS

voyaging the charming physical path, we
we had the equally sharing some covenants,
the darkness forced us to explore the
hidden untouched destination of many
bizarre but dazzling honey spots,
lifting the contentment moments
by the lips, fingers, eyelashes, toes or
speechless deep observations by breath
whatever media, we reached up to heart,
window panes were opaque or the
obvious, does not matter after the extreme
desire, wilderness has no curtains,
flowers scattered the nectar, over flowed
though bees were belated arrivals,
here nature keeps continue exchange
of love, corporal fragrance flies in the
winds, encirclement of our relation
had the beauty of Eden, unknown but
charismatic pleasures ignited the inner
flames, nothing is unethically steps
barren valleys have dreams too, they
wished the rampant rains and clouds -
touched the mountain peaks, streams
have been converted the violent rivers,
the night after nights, endless travelling
through each other s persona we became
addicted of love, passionated to submerge

the life in the flood of radical moments,
--- shantanu sanyal

SAND CASTLES

sandcastles, once we made on the
 the edge of life, mutual touch to each
 other s internal planets, the common
secrets were buried under the heart
periodic high low tidal waves had passed
so many times emotion overlapped
the passion of darkness, washed away
the layers of artificial covers, or we

removed the hesitations through easily
the submerging dreams had have some
graceful feelings, some times in the life
heart desires to submit completeness
to someone, who dominates with high
sky touching waves, soul becomes  yacht,
playing on the blue ocean s vast chest
we have forgot the fear of dark clouds
here no more regret of sinking boats
sometimes the corporal planet becomes
the floating strange beautiful islands,
--- shantanu sanyal