THE REJECTED RING

A hushed trail in th freezing night
sings the last, some love songs, do
you know the notation of breathings,
paralyzed rhythm want new lives,

emotions relaxed on the chair of the
garden, alone looks the falling snow,
spectacles of affection, multi cracked
dreams hide in the cozy warm corners,

as a kitten, memories try to enter, by
the half unfolded mosaic glass doors
you looked moments eagerly, few
drop of tear might be appeared but
hand shivered, you didn t lifted them,

the old fragrance of beautiful flowers
freeze on the branches, twigs, willingly
or not, you could n t remove ice layers,

in the morning stripped tree had no any
word to complain the tale of last night
as ring is left over on the velvet clothes
gem is lost, its  now hollow black spot,
fingers have rejected decade ago to it.

--- SHANTANU SANYAL
picture - painted by JONE BINZONELLI

THE BLOOMING VALLEYS

in the corner of western sky, clouds are
appeared with full vitality, touching to
the vast instable river, far in the vision of
limit, twilight is seizing the ferries slowly,

darkness is getting down from the land
of cyclone, birds are restless to reach the
unknown destination, in this period of
uncertainty your kisses give the new life,

we standing near the edge with embracing
to each other, rain didn t detach us
when  flow touched  the legs, we ran for
the shelter in the ruined, abandoned old
temple, that night before the broken deities,

we pledged to live infinite life,  the strange
feelings brought us in the numinous valley,
whole the night we searched the way
but we found each other s arms consistently,
all the trails of forest were submerged,

every direction looked like the stretched sea
thunder, rain, vibration of sky ended
before the dawn, horizon smiled at last
broken idols said- it s your blessed life, the
beautiful assessment, provided infinite love

the two souls became the an individual icon
from here, your paths goes to blooming valleys ---

---- shantanu sanyal

NO NEED THE LONGER LIFE

how to show the feelings, that
i sacrificed whole the world for
you, the heartfelt smile forced
me to set aside all the relations,

though i know my love is not a
final destination,might be -
across the sky some floral aura
waiting for us to emphasize, the
everlasting love of two hearts,

we traveled frequently among
the cosmic garden, flowers of
sky given us beautiful feelings too,
my share of galaxies, i decorated
on your emotions, contentment

i dispersed all the dreams on your
persona, i loved you as waves
love to full moon, breath the last
on the edge for endless way

the definition of birth to death
equation goes through your eyes
my life is inhabited eternally on the
your cloudy, dense eyelashes, never
allow the tear drop to fall down,

please ---

i desire to live some more moments
in your proximity, no need the longer
life!

- shantanu sanyal

CONFESSION

confession drape was transparent
i looked your face across the mirror
you enveloped the untitled mystery,
by beautiful words changed the story,

not simple to twist the reality, i had
committed mistake in the life, that s true
but how, you would be denied that
your soul is untouched by impurities,

the past is standing on the witness box
just look around you, might be somewhere
the dual persona is hanging on wall
before the declaration of verdict, look the
perception, than refuse my identification,

in the darkness or broad day light, how you
betrayed yourself, exploited the emotions
in the shield you exchanged the body, soul
brain, desires, lust, killed the feeling every
moments, the closed accommodations have
had eyes, physically you transformed , but
spirituality is your acting, you have to share
the punishment too, my friend, you couldn t
be a God, you have no right to force me for
confession, human stings existed forever,

you couldn t refuse your face in the mirror,

-- shantanu sanyal

silence of city

the inner storm had intense
influence, in few seconds the
beautiful planet deserted as
the diamond merchants left
the mines after excavating it,

the rain filled the pit but the
an everlasting silence of city
has left over for ghost tales
it s difficult to joint the broken
heart s world, the seasons had
no times to look after emotions,

somewhere flowers delivered
the colors,fragrance, nectars
internal land of feelings became
infertile, ignored by wet wind,

asked many times to returning
back winds, did you see some
dreams are still inhaling in the
ruined, discarded land of love?

the planet of adoration dried
since a decade, sand has coated
the old city of life, people shifted
to neighboring town, broken door
window less, houses have no more
interest to remember the past,

might be one day ruined would be
renovated by the planting of trees
the world of heart once deserted
couldn t be flourished my friend
it s the tale of delicate relation,

love me beyond the imagination
but never say good bye, if heart
would be break, nothing would
be left, except the depth of crack,
-- shantanu sanyal

picture - painting by jone binzonelli

THE FLOW OF TIME

hidden in side the fetus of time
forecast is knotty, in each twist
millions possibilities are chained,

the sequence of life is like deltaic
river,always changing the edges,
in the dawn, flow was touching
the stairs of artistic new big temple,
in the evening it shifted towards
the crematorium shade of other
side, smokes are visible in both
banks, here sandal wood burning
with floral aroma, there the smell
 of burning flesh, bones, going up
towards the cipher of mystic sky,

an invisible bridge is always existed
between the ecstasy and the agony
we have to travel holding hands of
destiny, no one could say, how and
when the hands would be detached,

between the temple and river, the
sand bed crossing is easy to take bath
it s not essential that river would be
able to wash the inner darkness, you
have to sacrifice the egos into the flow,

the chanting mantras, reciting prayers
offering flowers, every thing was done
by the priest, whole the life, but one
early morning, he suddenly drawn in
knee deep water, time has shifted the
flow of river, or he suicide, it s mystery!

---- shantanu sanyal



 

The beauty of soul

 

 
 

 

 The reflection of a rainbow existed on the wet surface of a delicate heart. It is your veneration for my feelings, or you just get down from the sky. Dreams are surfing like dolphins,

embraced soundlessly from the back. It is you or passionate waves that grasp my silent but impatient heartbeats. I am standing between the two edges of the ocean. Another is arms. 
I want to scatter all the pleasures by the awesome mosaic, the flow of love. 
The multicoloured foams touch my whole personality; the ocean is touching the beach disparately,with tidal yearning. 
In your swayed arms, my life becomes a
 creek covered both sides by blooming mangroves and wild aquatic rare blossoms. 
How to describe the beauty of closeness: "I feel heavenly emotion in your humid breathing, the up down movement of throbbing our love inhales the divine mystic beams,

 

In this junction, life looks smaller, desires defiance numerous times to ethical masks,
 wants to go back to the primitive era,
 strips off the rules and regulations of the so-called civilised society, and caged emotion wants to expose the beauty of the soul.
-- shantanu sanyal

the premature death

twilight moon is appeared on the blues

little late, all the birds reached to their

nests, some night quills are twitchy too,

sapphire darkness is filling slowly the bliss

of dreams, we are sitting holding hands,

beneath the banyan tree, moon light is

synthesizing your oval shaped, beautiful

face, hanging roots are like the desires

going in the depth of earth to fetch the

wet, in the mist of milky light my image

i can see clearly in your big dove eyes,

i have had many questions to ask you, but

after touching your soft fingers i felt that

its too earlier to go nearer to the blaze of

immortal oneness, let dream to be more

matured, i will wait for you somewhere

on the stairs of ancient temple, as one day

i believe you would be passed through my

persona, just like monsoon rains, out burst

of dream clouds, than i will touch your soul

until that a space is de riguer between us

the exchanging of breathing is expected, its

natural for two bodies, but ahead, its not 

easy to travel in the corporal waves, it will

finish the romance of life, just let me to know

the depth of love, the flowering valley

its too earlier my friend to collect the fragrance

let blossom swirl the environment, with full

beauty, my heart just stretched the flow of 

love,please surf on it with full liberty as you 

wish, i do not want the premature death of

chaste adoration ----

---- shantanu sanyal  

depth of silence

before the crack of dawn some
flowers dropped on the surface
of adjoined the stable blue lake,
trails of night goes through the
mysterious wild of sentiments,
i looked you standing hours, on
the wooden bridge of tiny stream
the flow of adoration is slowly
passing towards the lovely dream,
the precincts of my imagination
says your eyes have something
unique allure, forced to meet
though you never called in a way
that i could left the world in a moment
nevertheless i submitted the soul

to you, depth of silence is a riddle
i accepted the stairs to serpent fangs
let time has to decide i would be
winner or fall down to genesis of
stream in unknown enigmatic point,
in the nerves of heart your love
passes all the time, i know one day
you would be traveled with me in
the life as the everlasting companion,
glasses have brittleness with truth too
mind, heart,soul wants to release the arid
negativeness, as love has no artificial
flavor, its natural free from blemish
here heart wishes liberation from the
clutches of controversial  birth, death
purification of soul or riddles, logics of
human made psychology, philosophy
the mingling of two hearts is a divine
truth, and needed only chaste love infinite  -
--- shantanu sanyal

falling down leaves

falling down leaves have
shown my value of existence
i dont feel sad for that
i masked colors on the face
waves are stable but not silent

the world dont care about your eyes
every one has different life
you can live in your way
in my eyes the planet is little turmoiled

my destination not ended up to you
numerous dreams are in the mind
you thought life is completed in love
questions are many but unanswered

thats one, whom i can see
i will pray to only that
you can discover other belief
who will love me extremely, my
life to be sacrificed to only that guy