THE MIDNIGHT RAIN

Tidal waves may be receding, moon

Has to change the shapes, the brook

Depends on the rains, shifting is the

Part of life however true love never

Shrinks it stays on the heart eternally,

The flying clouds had no fixed bestow

Point, emotion sometimes forgets to

Follow your path, brief halt doesn’t

Mean that I do not love you more, the

Boats of river travel parallel flow, its

Easy to go in inclined way, something

Is left near you, I came back closer you,

The appeal of your silent eyes couldn’t

Vanished though storms passed many

Times, confusions were short eclipse

Lunar beauty sustained forever, in the

Tip of day and night, twilight becomes

More exigent, it fills the night bloom

With obsessive aroma, the dried dream

Feels the sensation of first rain, down

The upper lip, touch me not flowers

Grow the shivering leaves, impatient

Desires says touch me again and again,

Wild emotion doesn’t wait for gloom,

Persona embraces you in psychosis way,

These up down waves of life has just

Veiled beauty, the vapors appear after

Saturated dry surface, the rain implies

To soul, mix the fluidity of love viscous!

Invisible glue joints emotions intact,

Midnight rain existed until the morning.

• SHANTANU SANYAL

THE TOMBSTONE

They didn’t listen in their life the

Scream of lesser destiny’s child,

The adolescent dreams which

Were crushed under the leg of

Muscled pimps, pain of eyes, the

Depression of abdominal flame,

The skeleton of that rickshaw

Puller, who tried to pull the life,

Died in tuberculosis last evening,

They never wanted to know the

Emotion of that maid servant, who

Lured by employer, browbeaten -

Several times forced to auction,

The children who played near the

Under construction, helping the

Parents in the stone quarries, those

Faces who worked in the café, late

Night, forget to smile since infancy,

The goons changed their gender

Accordingly their need, they never

Laughed by heart whole the life, in

The midnight wept silently to see

The sky with full of stars, moon, the

Morning not at all recognized them,

In the railway platform the old

Man with inclined backbone has had

Given the address of various train,

He was not at all reached to the

Desired destination, life has been

Left him, only to carry the luggage of

Strangers, gazing the passing trains,

Life passed in its way, nobody waits for

Them, growing weeds of graveyard

Had lot of saga to say but tombstone

Remained dead silent, they dried,

While roses were touched the maturity,

• SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ULTIMATE POINT

Ahead of its time was the challenge

However, I accepted the expedition,

In your love, tried to touch the blue,

Played the lyre of breath, laid hands

On the burning fires, walked on the

Skinny layers of frozen lake water, its

Different that in the end except the

Oozing wound I had nothing left to

Share with life, this destruction has

A tale of glamour, an experience to

See the life very closely, didn’t stick

The feelings on the flow of pains, I

Had negotiated beautifully, and

Swapped all the failures with the

Nature, learned myself how to love

Again, ladder of passion once more

Attached to the stiff, vertical rocks

Couldn’t haunted me, climbed on

Top of valley, looked the rising sun,

In the mist, I had seen someone is

Waiting for me, to complete the

Assignment of life I loved you twice,

Heart didn’t accept the defeat, the

Up down trail of forest embraced me,

I rejected the straight path of life,

Made the twisted way as the destiny,

Wild stream s adamant couldn’t

Break my masculinity, crossed the

Current by exposed body, rowdiness

Brought me to destination, might be

Thorny bush or lips, chest, abdominal

Aurora, anyway I reached to you,

• SHANTANU SANYAL