THE BEAUTY OF SPRING

the all embracing the beauty of spring
diverted my heart on you, the carnival
of blossoms emerged in your persona,
colored dews painted in a manner, that
the exquisite of seventh heaven strewn
with open handed, once looking you, i
have no sense of this planet, wings of
unexplained bliss twisted my whole life,

the assent of adoration from your smile
gone through my nerves in a sweet way,
muscles of body feel revival of passion,
as aggressive emotion were tamed by
the love, you have caged  the mind,soul
every thing my dear in a beautiful, unique
astonishing art, here nature influenced
by you, it borrowed the secretes of love,

the flowering valley stretched the arms
to embrace me, i refused, because my
love is devoted to you, no more in my
possession, it s gone in the first sight to
you, i couldn t love again to someone!

--- shantanu sanyal

SPRING KNOCKED THE VALLEY

In the blizzard night, hoary glows
scattered the mystical feelings,
the emotions inclined, standing
hours near the medieval basilica,

the reflection of moon light from
the snow roofed mountains, dells
i waited for you, embracing the
delicate dreams to chest, silently
i looked the hazy sky, the hamlet
is under the grip of sound sleep,

an indigo beam of promise, slowly
emerging far away from your eyes,
gradually the light becomes larger
and larger, the congealed moment
before the dawn, melted glaciers of
ecstasy flooded as the caged night
liberated from arms of aloofness,

sweet kisses remind me the meaning
of life, i wiped the window panes
robins were twittering twig to twig, in
the tender light of sun, i looked the
soggy roses desiring to unfold petals,

your inclined face touching to my
shoulders, silky hands encircled to
my chest, heart, neck, as climber
of wild, in the golden line of horizon,
spring is knocking the heart softly!
the life was not so beautiful before.

-----SHANTANU SANYAL

THE CHERRY BLOSSOM

The hundreds cherry blossom
crossed the casement frames,
out spreads the branches
let it encroach into the heart,
you are silent but indication of
passion flies through the blues,
i peeped numerous times from
the dense window, you called
again and again, unfurling the
handkerchief, embroideries of
seasons on the heart, made you
restless, how to meet you, the
distance between us, not only the
flowers, some hidden spines of
weeds, waiting vigorously to seize,
on the street, under the gulmohar
tree, please write the meaning of
love, by the twig, on the wet soil,
i would be reached on moonlight
its promise, wait for me on the
abandoned fort of city end, just
try to recognize my soul, in the
wall of castle written in riddles,
decipher somewhere my address!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

I DID NOT SAY ANY THING

i did not say any thing on that
evening, swear by you only
before the anonymous herb
rosemary or basil i do not
know, fragrance emerged as
a perception of temple with
numerous aromatic flowers,

fumes or miasma, in the dark
touched my lips with breath,
i did not say any thing, the chest
felt sensation of humidity or bliss
difficult to analyze, an earthen
lamp seemed far away under the
century old banyan tree, exhaled
last feeble flame, night invaded
or forced by desires, i did not
know,

the hanging river bride on the
vast river, trembled by passing
high speed train or the passion,
i did not remember, my friend
i did not say any thing to cyclone
though in a moment planet was
changed, or catastrophe the dream
i did not say any thing, i looked you
far away,

disappearing slowly the
image or divine vows in the gloom
i did not call you, because it was too
late to run after the shadows, i did
say any thing, you played the game,
on your terms, won, pleased, gone,
whatever, i reconstructed the life
in my way, i did not say any thing
about the compacted tale of the
twilight, because i loved you only,
it s true, that never oath for that ---

---SHANTANU SANYAL

MIDNIGHT MASS

in plum blue night, a procession
passes bearing the auburn light,
they sung remembrance songs
towards river from the height,

flamingos fly above the saline
lake, whispering prayer all night,
emotions become the tiny stars
shines the eastern sky with bright,

on the church walls flashing hopes
midnight mass, harmonious joint,
stranger man, wearing miseries, all
along,stretched arms with delight,

angels scatter peace, beautiful sight!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
self painting

THE SHADES

the shades of life were so yawning
brain swirled, heart drown many times,
did not get the bottom, i looked you
sleeping underneath the blues, with
enclosed tender lotus, hundreds of
petals covered your body, glossy face
as the ceramic flower vase designed
neck to base, the coral net embraced,

gleaming your beauty touched the
surface, emerged the dream on the
waves of colors, rainbows born from
the sea, splashed to sky as spring
blossom, in the museum the marble
statue of David began walking stripped,

brushes feel like feathers of soft emotions,
Michael Angelo, Leonard De Vinci, Hugo
unknown some faces surprised after
looking you on the ocean waves as the
young twilight surfs on the high tides,
moon sprinkled the tiny crystal slowly,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE WAITING

the glossary of sentiments
sometimes amazed to find
the way in affection, lips, eyes
become wordless, arid land
the wrapped twilight in to the
peacock feathers, i looked you
far away in the rosy clouds
getting down slowly from the
crescent moon, perfumed winds
fascinated in a way that i felt
walking on the oceanic surface,

in this moments heart becomes
the distinct land of beauties, colors
in the north eastern sky the flock
of emotions makes the milky lines,
somewhere two souls appear like
the couple of swan, flying to infinite,

in this magnificent evening i feel
i am waiting for you since the
creation of cosmos, gazing the sky
unblinking the eyelashes,
do not remind me that i am
on the earth, i love stay forever
in the dream of your adoration,

--SHANTANU SANYAL

BUNCH OF ROSES

avalanched desires does not wait
for longer, you submerged my
persona in the circle of adoration,
a crystal blaze graphed up to vision,

trees, flowers, branches, twigs, bud
whole the world filled with romance,
we walked on the surface of lunar bliss
wild blooms were burgeoned in soul,

the cascade of mystic colorful flow
curtained our moment of compliance,
we have no hesitation to exchange the
body, heart, emotion, passion, desires
we looked our glittering faces on the
reflection of moonlight, a graceful glow,

drop drop fragrance was dripping down
on the surface hundreds lotus bloomed,
we were no more considered as mammals
in that junction our soul had been the
fire birds, flying far away, touching to the
prismatic rainbow, later we renewed
the physical look as a form of magnificent
bunch of roses dipped in the dew droplets!

--- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE THIRST

midnight passed, moon dissolved
a profound silence across the vales,
a painful violin still reciting the old
melody, reverberation goes through
heart to soul, in the concealed
moments, body becomes senseless,

just crushed by someone mercilessly
the sound pierces in to the muscles,
mind, chest, everywhere quick as the
laser beam, the tune has some mystic
effects, we feel uneasy, nervous, as deer
runs consistently to save the life, though
in the vision no any predator is existed,

unexpectedly life cries for liberation
the planet in second looks a big zero,
actually, physical desires go to saturation
the subversive thirst wants new creations,

here the violinist grows itself,perception
starts mourning songs, we roam
disparately to search extra bliss, and
we overlooked around us, some eyes
have still adoration, we did not think
the exploration of pure heart, might be
those eyes have dim light, but they glow!

--SHANTANU SANYAL








PAINTING BY JONE BINZONELLI

THE VOLCANIC CHEST

i did not get the path in the
interweave of you adoration
as in the solar eclipse, birds
confused to find the way
between light and darkness,

the profound, unsolved dialect
of your eyes made the moment
mystified, as bees sometimes
becomes speechless after looking
the beautiful paper flowers,

i do not know the final touch
creation, heart has been changed
an abstract art, caption is hidden
in your mind, the thirst is ocean,
the fidelity has grown, as ardent
feelings want to bloom, flare- up
the beauty of concealed sweet flames,

life moves in the orbit of your
persona, own axis is worthless, futile
in your reflection only my planet
glow, without you life is moonless
dense night, the thread is in your
fingers, breathing turned kites,
blinking eyelashes have influenced
the up down waves of heart,

my life is existed only in your smiles
the chest is the valley of volcano
your consent has the endless rains,

-----SHANTANU SANYAL