THE WORLD OF SURVIVAL

That morning, which could grant?

A smile to every face, a meaning

To survival, I often dream, to see

Amused droplets of life is falling

From the blooming tree, that fresh

Wind, those hidden love is restless

On the leaves of lotus, into the

Upheaval surface of humanity’s lake,

That feeling to feel the pain, I’m

Waiting to look the emotion on the

Everybody’s heart, wet benevolent

Eyes with full of generosity, a vast

Chest to embrace all, beyond any

Prejudice, chauvinism, or underlining

The classification on the doctrines,

Let extreme thought to die, just

Think a human for human, erase the

Definition of century old, planet

Desire peace and love to make the

Planet beautiful, redecorate the

The ruined heart, heaven is so near

No need to search across the skies,

The beautiful land of love is

Located one and only in the heart,

Let explore that lost paradise.

• SHANTANU SANYAL

The game of illumination

Something more was hidden

In to the mystic eyes

The melted tear drops

The up down breathing graphs

The pre-monsoon rains

Soaking clay fragrance, drizzle

Familiar sound, do you knocking

The door or it’s the contemplation

Brat evening and spoiled night

Emotion enraged sitting on the roof

Numerous fire flies-

The game of illumination

Continued whole the night

The shivering lips, unknown touch

Humid chest, last submission

Slowly you left the hand

The train picked up the speed

Its midnight, standing alone

On the deserted platform ---

----Shantanu Sanyal

THE ADVENTIST OF MONSOON

The advent of striking blossom

All over is rapt under the craving

Of beautiful nature, in your eyes

Dreams are knitting the novel of

My love, in the environs of your

Shadow the countless sprouts

Are unfolding the tender leaves,

On pages of diary an unknown

Fragrance has written the poetry!

Thrived, wild trail goes across

To the misty forest, my emotions

Follow to your consent, to get

Revival on the land of acacia,

Weaverbirds twittering with the

Love song on the branches of

Tiny yellow flowers, in the eastern

Sky colored clouds have made

The enigmatic contemporary art,

I’m searching the sanctuary into

The depth of your eyes, its heard

That a shaman has inhabited

Internal your heart, desires are

Roving as cotton clouds, to get a

Monsoon touch, don’t wipe the

Wet lips, let the drop of passion

To be scattered on the field

Of thirst, long inhaling emotions,

Looks towards your face as the

Full of belief, a planter waits for

Rain, with delicate expectations,

Let allow me to touch the

Butterfly wings, before the spring

Evaporate its beauty and flavor

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

FORGET NOT ME--- shantanu sanyal

NATURAL FUSION : shantanu sanyal

THE CRYPTIC SCRIPT

THE CRYPTIC SCRIPT

On the parapet of seditious cave

Some obscure lines crossing to

Each other, in the darkness

Dripping water droplets looks as

Visual of musical sound, the

Life and cryptic script confronts,

The hanging calcites formation

Carries the beautiful glow,

Heart desires to touch the dream,

In the knee deep flow, the

Soft ray of moonlight falls from

The roof cracks, creates a web

Of sparkling tiny stars, for few

Moments it shows the vivid colors

Of rainbow, reflects the mind,

The adventure reaches to

Climax point, astonishing charisma

Forces to go through the gloom,

Unknown end, curious passion,

Emotional caravan doesn’t wait for

Effect, sinking and floating on

Waves life keeps the prolong

Mission to explore the destiny’s

Arc, in the way meets the copious

Tributaries, they moist the

Entire corporeal planet, water level

Touches to chest, gradually it

Swells up, suffocates the persona,

Perception tries to swim, to get

The last boat, waiting on other end,

Meanwhile the ocean goes far away,

- SHANTANU SANYAL