DESIRE TO LOVE AGAIN

 Waves have arisen it's true, how went 

down, and lost the flow, in the oceanic 

cirque, I have asked the onshore fog,

it was close to you, absorption of heart,

taught me how to live, life in -

adverse atmosphere, hours I waited for

you near emanation of the elusive storm, 

colored whim embraced my all failures,

repainted the wooden boat, written 

poems of euphoria, now again I want 

to love you, with new stipulations of life,

the faded milestones re-illuminated in 

a way that Twilight existed for more

 times, tuber roses opened the petals 

before the deep night, life desires to 

walk on the crystal foam of my naked leg, 

glassy fangs of miseries fascinated me,

after looking at the rebirth of instinct, 

the beauty of your proximity brings life,

the return of the extinct planet of oysters 

with unforgettable glow and beauty!

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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RAREBIT BLOOM

besmeared your haecceity in life -

never allowed to break the prison,

whereas the perception wants to 

go athwart the beauty of instinct, 

whenever I tried to touch the depth

of unresolved, the language of 

eyes, drowning moon says long

night eagerly turned around the 

situation, at what point, the tear of 

sky falls, that life has looking up,

open arms, shocked face gazed 

your entangled hairs, infatuated 

moment of life, enlinquid emotions,

every once I have had lost the

 vanity! this is that mantra of fasci -

nation, heroism plays on those 

moment as irremediable object  

on the cyecis, floral cysts of love 

relinquishes the absolute farina of 

extinct fragrance of rarebit bloom !

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
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THE ARRIVAL OF BLOSSOM

petioles of emotion unfolded the
tale of night, petals have smiled,
do not faraway just try to see, the
crystal of life sticking on the face,
mirror says the sky dredged the
anonymous radiant glow last night,
on the window frame, nocturnal
fragrance imprinted its presence,
colored flake or you have left the
mysterious touch, life has now the
quizzical perception, wants to fly
above the rainforest, oceans to
again sky, follows to team of vivid
butterflies, noise of springs refilling
the lament planet with renascence,
down the eyelids dripping the dew,
after looking you, heart I've been
forget to see the arrival of blossom!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
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DIDN'T RECOGNIZE 

their all persuasion, hypnosis of love

corporeal reviviscence,  failed in end

the golden cage remained empty, the 

cradle itself swings, the open door -

asked the reason to moonlight, none 

had looked the flying of blue bird of 

paradise,  shadow floated on western 

sky, very near to crescent moon, amid

the silvery clouds might it flew in the

sketchy land of dreams, the one and

only traveler kept the journey continued,

in the space of illusion several times !

twittering, humming sound of feathers,

perhaps called you, remembered you,

to say the esoteric philosophy of life,

I'm afraid, most probably didn't get -

the message, didn't recognize it, in the

end, moonlight of you door constricted, 

in the lower valley moon sank into the

natural lake of primitive era, your sleepy

eyes only touched the glow of fire flies!

 -- SHANTANU SANYAL  

PATH IS NOT COMPLETED

you can't even come closer, I couldn't go in

remote, in that confusion life remained

sequester, the realization that freshness is

existed by you in this harsh universe, I

walked miles dernful, through the haggish

paths of nightmares, echoes haven't

betrayed me, they followed in the gauze of

sand storm, torrential rain, into the inferno,

this bonding never allows me to take up

the arms, the hypnotized smile ties me in

the unknown world, with laughing I touched

the miseries of life, created the dreams on

burning horizon,written your name on the

wet sand bed of sea shore,no problem

if turmoil waves wiped out them several times,

the life is the another form of regeneration

in one birth we have to complete the

hundred cycles the challenges never left

over the soul it chases in the infinite way.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

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painting by - Albert Bierstadt

DEAD VOLCANO

God's existence in stones, may

be you don't believe, but it's

true, my extreme veneration says -

around here, may be one day

I'll find the paradise of emotion, in

the hands of exhausted potter,

somewhere, into the color of lost

painter, forgotten by the

world, in the brine sweat of

cultivator, I'll search you, into the

broken breath of artisan, on the fine

particle of sand into the lungs

of miner, hollow gut of prostitute, my

exploration travel throughout the

life to death, may be one day

I'll get you, as a coin on the trembling

hand, like a dream on the vacant

eyes, I'll we show you on that

day the loathsome tattoos

made by the world, into the depth of

perception, innocent expectation,

on the surface of humanism,

justice he has have to do, I'll ask him,

the reason of default, missing

after creation, one day

I'm sure, he would be emerge from

the stone, like a lament

revolution, under the dead volcano!

--- SHANTANU SANYAL


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  BEYOND THE FALL 

in the endless depth of your touch

I'm looking for life's meaning, 

cavity created by meteor

or you had dropped lightening by 

celestial hypnosis, it's matted,

I'm standing, on the edge of dead 

incurvation, below the valley 

the darkness opened up mouth to 

eclipse my visage, to grab 

the persona, you wants to hold my 

loin, or push down as sign 

of distaste, a mix of bitterness and 

embrace, mute reproach 

probably difficult to say the attitude,

often you don't want to proceed 

on suspension bridge, that 

unknown jitters, brings your body 

and mind under the sovereignty of 

my empire, hidden deformed 

character wakes up, and on that 

joint space, your desires want to 

rupture in millions crystals,

and you want to shock me by those 

pointed glass pieces, perhaps !

in my painful screams, your

elation, victories has included but 

erelong, your breath is dominated by

mine, and life somewhere 

produces new horizons,

ignited the destination,

I loved those overthrown moments of 

life, Sometimes losing is a sign of

victory too.

 -- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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THE REGENERATED SOUL 

this is the discretion, who steals my 

sleep, the same third eye, which 

makes me naked before the

mirror of life, the same hands which 

are aghast to reach my collar,

wants to know explanation,

that why I had returned the stretched 

arms of helpless child for a favor, 

this the same place where 

once I stumbled to

loyalty, betrayed to the bed room -

treaty, here somewhere the 

seeds of fraud, germinated under the 

floor, that's the place I have broken 

the trust, made the false interior 

ceiling above the altar of 

worship, that chandelier has the blow

off lamps, chants often the tale

of my pseudo character, this the place

where I had buried the beautiful

perception, humanism, 

inner beauty, love 

under the layer of squalor, mistakes 

the conscience still breathing, it's

alive, wants confession, 

a change, freedom from the sin, curse !

abomination by you would finish me,

just try to give me a chance to 

prove my indomitable 

desire to get the title of complete,

perfect man, regenerated, fully blessed,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
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Before the storm subsides
just now, life came to the agreement, just
now you taught me, the style of living in the
rising dust storm, sinking all the apathy, the
flowers are blooming, fatigue life emerging
into the wet dreams, let me breath little for
a second,  intoxicated evening drags near
to you, incense desires floating on the wind,
those all the denounces charged by the -
society, tonight I accept all the blames, just
now life knew to surmount on the cross of
love, before the holocaust heart's cognition,
says - beyond the dream, there is inhabited
another world, soft sun ray of day break,
lightly, strokes the twisted dusty hairs, life
wants to sleep on the shade of compliments,
on the lap of your blessing, life is looking
the early childhood, that's your face, bears
the fruit of divine light, and that's feminism,
regenerates my existence, in those moment
did I want to touch, and love you, on those
exquisite period, I wouldn't care the shame,
rain, cyclone, forest fire, like furious black buck!
-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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THE MORTAL BODY

avidity to get my indulgence, you have

created vesture of flossy perception, though 

on that deadfall, life had the meaning of 

born a hundred times, holocaust of persona

was most common, passion rises from 

the ash, and I found himself involved into you, 

a union of spirits, there was no myth,

cavity of fire, flaming infinity, newly structured

the golden body, prepared to wreath 

on the feet of abstract worship of the peerless

 love, nevertheless this process wouldn't

succeed to recoil the sandal fragrance into the 

inner heart, my desire was largest of the 

circle, vast space, could be able to absorb the 

ocean, earth, sky, in that nucleus my life 

waited for you since creation of breath, feeling

you couldn't complete my masculinity, just 

you touched my emerging part of mortal body !

-- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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