THE DEEP SILENCE

The dream gets down through
The orchid creeper, on the
Shrubberies, moon rests for
Some moments on the canopies,
Walking parallel to silent
Lagoon edges, we reached on the
Land of mystery, the moist
Proximity, and the blooming night
Throws the fishing net, the
Restless expression of passionate
Face, it’s difficult again to keep
Away from the wobbly lips, in this
Frisky moonlit, wouldn’t you like to
Blend the blissful submission,
Whispering wind passes softly over
The dripping leafstalk, uneasy
Tiny blooms don’t wish to fall down,
Dreamy eyes spray the extreme
Mist, how to hold up dwindling legs,
Circle of arms, addictive breathe,
Desires walk on the spiral of spinal
Chord, drowsy moon sinks into
The flying thin clouds, vivacity fills
The cavity of gloominess, on the hilltop
Smokes have risen from the
Crater Lake, a stagnant volcano wakes
Up, the reflection of the moon floats on
Scarlet lava, stubborn, dense clouds
Flown the entire night, arctic wind
Before dawn, closed the open
Windowpanes, after that deep silence,

    SHANTANU SANYAL

THE UNFADING BLOOM

Into the abyss, depth of heart

A gleam, unfading bloom resides,

All the time the grace comes out

From your innocent face, this

Purity reacts magnificently to my

Life, I try to follow path of love,

Peace, tranquility, harmony, it

Gives me a diverse sensitivity, in

The inhospitable condition I feel

The startling tenderness, every

Time, where did you amass the

Beauty of winning heart, I often

Think that, the sweet accompany

Opens the entrance for patience,

The despair, gloom of life goes

Through the process of liquidity,

The series of your illustration

Moves in the wet corona of vision,

Heart searches, immensely your

Unseen kindness in the faces

Of hurt persona, in the discarded

Soul, salinity of tear drops, I don’t

Know, never seen to that icon,

However, it’s true that someone is

Ruling my body, in the subliminal,

That illumination shows the trail

In the subterranean darkness, this

Belief that you love me, never

Allow me to hate anyone, even if

They don’t follow the way of sacrifice,

I have nothing except to share

The love beyond any description,

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE CHANDELIER

Looped fervor, docile sentiments

Before the dusk, the chandelier

Moves, one end to other to touch

Your heart, expects radiant effect,

The creative desires have no rest,

Eccentric creeper tries to enter,

To hypnotize the gloominess of

Life, I know, the seductive touch of

Your eyes, makes an halo to grip

My genteel feelings, this way of

Looking towards my dormant,

Sleeping dreams, I intensely stalk

To your mysterious smile, while

Darkness creates more enigmas,

Moreover your cascaded laugh

Dissolves, the proud, the maleness,

Often I found myself beneath the

Cold flames, unseen ignition effects

The persona, this flouting process

Goes through the inner most, the

Sadism or extreme love brings

Me, near your beautiful planet, I

Become the nebula to merge in

Your unexplored terrain, this flare-up

Makes the natural lake, monsoon

Fills the everlasting thirst, your

Consents blooms in a sequence of

Lotus, the life rotates in axis of love.

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE CAMPHOR CRYSTALS

Affection were camphor crystals

Burnt quickly to ash, offering dish

Of deity has no trace of devotion,

Some pieces of sacred rice, flower

Basil leaves, colored powder, wet

Sandal remained on the surface of

Relation, tear drops searches the

Reason, it’s caused by smoke of

Sanctified flames or haunting by

Remembrance, the holy water has

Scattered on the residues, chanted

The hymn consistently by priest, the

Perfumed sticks had limited zest,

Smokes were born liberated, moved

In the parallel of wind, extinct into

The sky, in the skinny darkness of

Twilight, unsatisfied desires wept,

In the neighboring arena unknown

Pyre brings the compassion card, the

Stars have been sank leaving a

Path of nebula, on the banyan tree

Nothing has changed, the horn of

Ferry calls the life, the chimney says

Good-bye, the sound of conch floats

On the glittering, stable river waves,

Gradually ferry disappears, I’m

Before you since centuries, but face

Said, you didn’t identify my existence,

Time has made me rusted, I have

No introduction proof, I’m wanderer,

No, regret for that my beloved friend.

--- SHANTANU SANYAL