THE STRANGE RIVER

divulge all the relish compacted in the
heart, tonight drift of life desires to
hit the roof, love me beyond the blues,
at this point emotion doesn t follow the
fruition, sustained the inner indulgence,

absorb pores unfolded in millions ferns
inadequate moonlight submitted vitality,
create some new moon, unusual cosmos
obsession wishes to get wild occurrence!
the thirst of life looked numerous rains
bring the inventive clouds from somewhere,

tonight my soul has been converted into
the perpetual combustion of internal earth,
just like seismic waves penetrate the rocks
let you travel with supremacy in the nerves!
do not look back, we reached on zenith of
dream, corporal contentment is only residue,

here everything is apparent, infinite exposed
only the purity of bonding, civilization left
far behind, no hesitation, no shame, no bias
in this bare land evergreen trees bear the
fruit of truth, passion flowers, completeness!
the strange river of adoration flows across.
--- SHANTANU SANYAL 

SELF BETRAYAL

fictional relation has limited space
fleeting moments gives rapid bliss,
mutual accord brings us near the bed,
how much you have explored the body
the deepness of soul stayed behind or
you had gone through the exceptions!

the accomplishment of night, left over
diverse questions, here imagination are
died the natural death, have you seen
the truth, touched the leprosy full chest,
the dreams of findings broken in sharpen
piercing edge, tear droplets were pearl
or water! hard to analyze the purity,

nodding face searched floor as amazing
object lost somewhere under the dust,
looking the flames from far away seems
more beautiful, experiencing the ignition
is just like self seeing the hidden limbs!
in the mirror of life, dodging to own image
and the mirage of arid land are interlinked,
self betrayal is impossible, the concealed
truth follows the persona whole the life.
---- SHANTANU SANYAL

MIGRATORY CREATURE

the endless fire in the heart, oozing
wounds on the body, i traveled alone
on the track of life, do not ask my dear
the realism of survival, breathing was too
sometimes sold for few coins, the flesh
bones, blood, heart, kidney are nothing!

emotions were auctioned, this world has
no mercy, nobody loves the ugliness on
others face, in the darkness he touches
with soft fingers on the self old injuries,
screams have no echoes, someone cried
standing on the rains whole the night, no
more proof, as many times dry eyes have
nothing to explain the revenge of cyclone!

life is not only flowering valley, the pain
of germination, creation, bearing on the lap
i looked the woman in severe winter night !
sitting on footpath, isolated, discarded
gazing the deserted sky, searching the lost
moment of a child s birth, life has no
explanation, where and how we detached
the hands of beloved ones, heart is very
unstable as the thin clouds, do not know
the scattering location, i know, today you
love me, and prepared to go through the fire
of ring, my terrains have lot of blossom but
is not true that butterflies are migratory creature?
---- SHANTANU SANYAL

JUST DIFFERENT

the stipulation to explore the depth
of love was predetermined by you,
the provocative desires, made me only
medium, you forced me for seduction,
in that scorching midday, did not you
exploit me,steadiness of obstinacy
and fraudulence! i looked into the eyes,
as the numerous toxic fruits hanging in
a tree, near the highway, trekkers passing
but no one fascinated to get them, here
my emotions inverted, consequence is
unveiled, i touched, torched the fire, the
fatality is gone through mind to heart,
carping to each other was just flee, why
should hide the face in the palms, mirror
knows the moles, wound spots, nail marks!
in that April, tremendous warmth of noon
abridged to some altitude, as in the dusk
the pre monsoon rain had moisturized the city,
standing on the veranda of seventh floor
we looked the down, as bonsai plants were
moving from one end to other destinations,
the pleasure surfaced in your connived
beautiful eyes, this winning attitude brought
the unwanted tornado in your calm life,
i had nothing to say on that twilight, loving or
controlling someone s persona is different!
---SHANTANU SANYAL

THE HAUNTING RELATIONSHIP

in the lilac dark space under the thrived,
inclined trees of pallid bloom, twig roofed,
breathings were secluded, in the western
blues, isolated star witnessed the ignition
of two souls, floating moon peered only,
far- off on the shoreline, stable waves had
written the poetries, patting the fingers as
you weaved the emotion on my stiff hairs,
in the indigo mountains, orchid creepers
expanded, new shoots to embrace the wild
mammoth fig tree, anonymous creatures of
darkness, began the chorus song of extreme
compliance, lower the valley inclusive hush,
ingested the moon light, as you tranquil,
on the flow of my heart, chest, the persona!
galaxies had been bequeathed the beauty
and glow on us, stripped sky sacrificed all the
bliss to fill the passion in those tiny moments,
we crossed the mystical dreams to realism,
after the night had extinct on the sphere,
love scattered the life on the eastern sky, with
beautiful floral designs of clouds, rays, aura of
haunting relationship of immortal elements,
the ice age of past night released the glaciers
in the reflection of soft light, spring is smiled!
--- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE SLEEPING FLAMES

turncoat attitude could not hurt the
world s sassignments, the caravans have

to travel, in the shadow of pyramids,

evolution is continued since centuries,

slaves have a certain day to rule the 

planet, nothing is permanent, the bricks

of castle refuses to support the monolith

structure, revolutions do not wait for

divinity, extreme prejudice creates the

everlasting ignition, emperor is found

under the sky in a moment, the life has

own ambitions, hard to built the dams

on the flow of cyclone, eruption has no

sympathies for adjoined cry of emotion,

dreams are not personal properties! the

sensation of mind goes through beyond

the imagination, in the ovary of flames

future sleeps calmly, flare up any time.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE COMPLETE LIFE

passion stoma stretched out the beauty
of ceaseless adoration, as you caress the
blank canvas of life, i stared silently the
sky, whole the night dream occupied the
physical landscape, coated colors all over,
as a replica exposed, i released happily all
egos, paused moments between us fused
into the amalgam of colors, sweat, odor -
the fingers altered into the soft, silky, wet
brush, you sailed the yacht anchor less,the
oath to sink together in the swirl of desires,
the promise did not concern the twisters, i
became the bank of turmoil flooded river,
just to expel from the planet of boundaries,
on those impressive moments we reached
to weird but delightful land of peace, love-
the marine surge looked like the wet flames
touching to encircled glow of full moon, we
surrendered here to make the life complete.
--- SHANTANU SANYAL

SOME WHERE ON THE HORIZON

blooming hilly terrains under the
shadow of clouds, as the shaman
sitting on the plateau since decade,
silent moment becomes full of life,
whenever two hearts goes parallel
from these unfamiliar crisscross trails,
echoes of their whisper go through
stem to leaf, branches to twigs, buds
feels the sensation unfold the petals,
twin breath synthesizes the passion,
the soft rays pass through the canopy
to the ground, germinates the seed
of love, tender leaves create dreams in
their moisturized eyes and fill colors
on sweating faces, lips scatter the
perfumes, flowers bloom in full sway,
in the landscape the flimsy beam of sun
fuse the ecstasy of life open handily,
in this beautiful daybreak, two hearts
fly in the liberated planet in self way,
over the waterfalls, across the wild flow,
they created the colored clouds on
the edge of mysterious smoky horizon.
--- SHANTANU SANYAL 

BENEATH THE SKY

beneath the mammoth banyan tree, the
darkness of evening and the terracotta
lamp, shares some hidden truth of life,
the land of canopy meanwhile, busy in
loud conversation,about sharing the bed,

in  nearby hamlet the breath of relation,
searches horizons to create the dreams,
in this rare moments we are sitting near
the river bank, the evening sky had left
some glittery color shades of butterflies,
in your gorgeous face, as the full moon
rises amongst the dark clouds, the life
sparkles in your eyeballs, for sometimes,

the silent between us tells love stories, we
walk on the silvery wet sand or on the
stars ! the wind of autumn fills the space
unknown delicate scent of the heart
creates the romantic mist in the wilderness,

the trails of passion go through lips to
soul, in these periods we miss the planet,
in the distance the birds are now silent,
the smokes of roofs have been condensed,
the moon has contributes superfluous glow
we have been lost each other s arms on the
rocks, do not call us from the far away dawn!
let us sleep for decades under the sky for
infinite, as we do not want to go back more!

-SHANTANU SANYAL

SELF WINNING

unanswered enigma, image floats on
the wall of life, i searched the existence
of true love in the algae of seepage,you
created the abstract structure on canvas
and said, here is hallucination or mirage,

 get the missing link of  love everlasting,
i could not believe the veracity that after
sharing the one roof whole the life, why
heart is remained thirsty, actually the
hidden roots of desires travel subversive,
makes the burrows through the mind,

persona does not accept the realism of
corporal dismissal for winning the world,
here the wrangle of thought are born,
the human psychology is complicated, we
want to stay whole the life as a headline,
for magnetism, emotions turns into text-
surfer of vivid colors, to revealing the value
sometimes we cross the limit of passion,

its not so easy my friend to follow the path
of internal winning, the rare phenomenon
is myth or another way of becoming Alexander?
but realism says if you feel the love in
the heart, it meant dreams might be fulfilled,
one day, self searching is the only way
to reach the truth of divine adoration, here
art of acting should be die, for new birth of life.

--- SHANTANU SANYAL

painting by - Budhaditya Banerjee