FACE OF LIFE

Autumnal, the moments feel unaided
whenever you say goodbye, glooms
of separation makes the life as dried
leaves flying away in wind of dawn,
naive affection waits for next reunion
curiosity increases, searches proximity
between the leaf – stalk, dreams appear,
leaflets wants to collect some more dew
drops, to adorn the buds invisible, heart
swing from one twig to other, tries to
write love poetries on the sweet zephyr,
the soft ray from the roof hole brings
the news of twilight, the impatient feel
emerges in the persona, often I forgot
to look in the mirror, in your translucent
eyes, my image complains about dark -
circles, red-eye s mystery, always I found
speechless before you, however
a bunch of conversation sleeps inside
the meeting point, I surprised, frequently
changes its form, now looks like spring
is sheltered somewhere in neighbourhood!
This evening to evening season alters
many moods, every moment is a long life
each emotion struggles to get you so
nearer, the graph of heart walks on the spiny
edge, one side profound valley other side
remains silent life -
-- SHANTANU SANYAL.

I KNOW, YOU LOVE ONLY THE MOON

latent my emotions awaken in the midnight
in the hoary circle of moon, i looked some
stratums of dark colors scattered by you ,
the envious your eyes unfolded the saga,
moon has won my heart, you knew very
well, the artificial colors faded by clouds
slowly, the moving face you have smiled, i
caught you raid handed, its different, that
you did not accepted the counterfeit, the
moon criticized through the wind, clouds!
the conspiracy was not obscured, in twilight
said by you that tonight is moonless
night, i believed on you! now clandestine is
unfolded, fragrance of passion is outburst,
the deception in the love was exceptional,
the moon as well, cherished your approach,
the bliss in your eyes was apparent, submit
of defeat or victory has no bigotry, i loved
the bewilderment, given heart to you! who
thinks to the morning if night is so stunning?
in the multitude of luminaries, sometimes a
candle illuminates the perception, life has no
more choice to recognize the authenticity,
my heart was laid under the shaft of black
ashed volcano, centuries passed,approved
by only you, the gleam emerged, covered the
moon, as you loved me, converted in rhombus!
-- SHANTANU SANYAL

SLEEPLESS NIGHT

sleepless night enforced me to write!
often i strived to reconstruct, the
dispersed pieces of clouds, tried to
collect the feeble twigs to make a nest,
fire of forest bloomed with lacy leaves
tuber roses spread out with fanatical
perfumes,whole the night i changed
the sides, dreams were flying above the
meadows, emotional delicate hands
could not touch to wings of butterflies!
i screamed loudly, echoes were lost, in
the dell tribal were singing, dancing with
passionate rhythm, muscled hands were
beating the dreams, the scale of chorus
illuminating the night, as fireflies creating
the magic, lethargic eyes gazed the sky!
moon has vanished, leaving some memoirs
some kisses, embracing moments, some
pages of solitude, some drops of smile or
the script of fingers on the body, galaxies
still breathing by touch of moonlight,
far- flung in the tune of flute, love melodies
mesmerizing the heart, soul, each parts
of sensation, stirring the dreams violently!
how to explain the gratitude or apprehension
as you loved me, fascinated the life, hence
the sleep less night asked the questions,
i do not know the exact reason -
why it is happened ?

- SHANTANU SANYAL

SEARCH OF NEW PLANET

Generate some new magnitude, exceptional
fondness, a formation beyond the dream, I feel
suffocation, do not say same thing continuously!
It seems like mercy killing, whenever you met
said several times, that you can do anything!
Let liberate the emotion from the shackles of
abstraction, that morning is bloomed in different
colors, life wants refresh wind of passion, just
invent the unknown objectives, it's boring to
see each other face hours and hours, in a
constant manner, imagine a separate planet of
beautiful feelings, my heart does not want
to stay in a sequence of flowers, mountain
river, sea, let elope from this routine headache!
Think of some other virgin island, a crater
of crystal and gems, a garden of rare flowers,
no prejudice, no discrimination, no external layers
let go to primitive era, pure wilderness!
No envy, no apprehensive, no tension for future,
please come out from the dark caves, sky is clear
let explore the real beauty of life, my heart
desires to fly away, over an all-inclusive landscape,
remove the artificial mask, replace the tiredness
today we have been decided to create the
unusual planet of love, no other commitment.
- - SHANTANU SANYAL 

TURNING POINT

the defining moment of life was that
night, we decided to undergo into the
mystified world, from their paths
became more multifarious, clouds burst
the heavy rains had saturated desires!
ambiance of love swapped all taboo,
wet wind terrorized the invisible blaze,
however i reminded consistently, do not
attempt to play with fire, it was void,
the internal rebellion did not heeded,
in the life, unwanted events sometimes
becomes the raison d etre for pain or
enthusiasm, behind the ecstasy, the
soreness is always existed, we never
concern about that, here sixth sense
does not work, submitted our emotion
the dream shrinkages in a way that we
had no more sensitivity for bizarre decision!
the rain had reached to aggressive mood
we had been touched the extreme tip!
from the destination, arrival was not
feasible, the turning point change whole
the life, love has its own planet, full of
blossom, tear droplets, thorns, stones
the only fate decides to receive the dew drops!
---- SHANTANU SANYAL  

Saturn s ring

cosseted love in the heart lingered
into the infancy for a long time, as i
waited the consent from those eyes!
emotions strolled on the dreams, entire
life i pursued, to explain the depth,
the endless silent dragged in the land
of uncertainty, the immature sketches
have been full fledged, seasons were
not biased, they kissed the surface, left
the color marks, filled the feelings of 
tenderness, blues embraced the clouds
again and again, dispersed the fluidity of
passion on the awning of the planet,
the never ending love follows the out line
as you formed, as Saturn s ring,life
has not exhausted, the silence of face says
all the saga of your flame less burning.
-SHANTANU SANYAL

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