THE UNSOLVED ELEMENT

Just now, night reached to summit,

Bit by bit compulsion would be

React, the echelon of strange

Wine glass receding gradually as

The moonlight leaving the

Grip on the agitated emotion, let

Embellish the inhale with tuber

Rosy fragrance, layers of desires

Falling down one by one, rhizomes

Of love evolving in rapid way,

The antique mirror regaining the

Lost beauty, or somebody touching

Willingly thrived branch of winter

Bloom, the wet cherries have no

Option, submitting the delicate

Petals to gravelly surface, in your

Oceanic blue eyes, the reflection

Of moon floating directionless, the

Poetries are burgeoning on the

Restless lips, here or somewhere

I don’t know, heart and mind lost

The sensation in lunatic influence,

Resolute moments want to fill

The passionate moment to internal

Soul tonight let to be scattered

All the concealed wishes on each

Others persona beyond the muscles

Flesh, blood, bones, let flow through

Extreme divinity point, the miracle

Or extraterrestrial, whatever just

Let mingle the breathing in dissolving

Way, a bonding of element unsolved,

• --- SHANTANU SANYAL

BEFORE THE END OF NIGHT

From where, the wretched calls

Coming in the midnight,

On the layer of wind, is it droplet

Of dews, or dripping the eyes,

Whose voice echoing in the

Valley, is it the breathing

Or else, why the mist becoming

Dense, flowers are falling

Before the mellowness,

In the infinite hush, what’s sound

Of breaking, or someone

Whispering the last desire to say

Entire life’s saga, undisclosed

Wounds of heart, a blazing

Of injured emotion,

Is it knocking the door somebody

To show the bleeding chest,

Who is walking on the

Edge of sharp vertical broken

Glass, is it mystic night of

Graveyard, the shadows are

Burning, what’s that, in the smoke

Sparkling points or something

Wants to say good-bye, desires

A release from the trap of

Adoration, possession,

Night has no answers, as reticent

Keeps itself in isolate, probably

It laughs, is moon is sinking

Into the lake of life, who

Knows the trace of morning

Please wait before the end of night,
Do not remove the face dear 
Let me live to some moment in your
Mystic eyes, here is my destination, 

• -- SHANTANU SANYAL

OUT OF SCENE

Several incomplete expectations

Frequently haunts the life,

Meaning of early morning dream

Was shadow of date – palm,

Respiring for some moment was

Not so easy, unwillingly a lot of

Compromise didn’t permit me to

Fill the empty sketch it’s unlike

That I tried to conceal the wetness

Of eyes, on the pavement of

Metro I have seen the auction of

Immature emotion prior to the

Ripe, the unsung faces over looked

By the crowd however they lifted

The weak hands before sink, I

Often think to forget that scream

Of pain, a pathetic appeal for

Survival, a broken breath, the

Crawling infancy on the melted

Coal tar highway, the exhausting

Youthfulness hammering the stones

In the quarry, I tried to read the

Language of their eyes, sunburn

Body, skeleton chest, twisted

Physique has no whine, the wordless

Passer – by had no time to think

A moment, perhaps they were the

Dust of pre-monsoon, later settle

Down on the surface, skyscrapers

Are engaged by glittering dream, the

Weeping emotions are searching a

Shelter for only one night, though

Foundation stone had promised

Once to the mason that meaning of

Morning dreams, but they didn’t

Understand until the torrential rain,

• SHANTANU SANYAL