THE NEW BEGINNING

yes, it's true, I'm  the tarnished man,

whom time has been forgotten,

seasons didn't accept, 

an incomplete verse,

that never got the

recognition,

the flame

which wanted once to change the 

world with subversive thought,

love and upheaval, both

were complicated 

chain, I tried to 

hold the 

dream,

on the barren land of thorn, stones !

you desired the corporeal 

umbra to grow the 

endless thirst, 

they had 

multiple

wishes, a smiling future, charming -

dawn, strong desire to live 

with distinct way, your

intent was only a 

night's magic,

their motive 

was the

entire

life, though you got, as wished, but I

betrayed the secret oath, in 

the illusive net of your 

mesmerized

persona,

I hadn't

option,

hence now I'm the defaulter, a scab -

man, wants to live for themselves,

here my body has laid near

your dominance, but 

soul loves to them, 

may be it's late,

drowsiness

is leaving 

the flower bed, to remove the stigma, that 

apart the organic need, life has 

to complete several 

commitments, 

just wait 

let me, 

change the definition of love, sacrifice,

a new beginning - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting source - forbes   

THE LOST CHILDHOOD 

do you recognize, the resonating voice,

wauling of lost childhood, the 

fall of immense nocturnal

bloom, in the tavern 

the delicate 

hands 

lifting the goblet, wiping the wine droplet

of table, no, never you haven't time

to think for a moment, in that 

innocent eyes, did you 

peek ever, a dream

was easeless to 

bloom, 

you went away falteringly, just unaffected

of those emotion, because you 

have everything, might be 

hangover night under

gone through the

pleasure of

physical

warmth, did you think little bit for that face,

who was looking you with pity, 

raising the feeble fingers

to cross the traffic 

life, on the 

signal 

point did you ever left the class distinction, 

came down from moonlit stairs to 

touch the dried, deflated 

cheeks of tender 

heart, perhaps, 

one day 

you'll learn to love the flower, which can't ever 

bloom, albeit they had lot of

 undiscovered

fragrance.

--  SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

SOURCE  : SIAMAK ART GALLERY 

THE ALONE TRAVELER

it was known, before the elinquid treaty,

the abutment has some special 

meaning, in your conscience,

the definition of love was 

embroiled in nodules, 

may be it has 

taken time,

but 

I got it, though enlightenment reached

to destination, too late, this space

between us, has diverse, new 

amplitudes, cognition, even

exploration of unknown 

horizons, ecstasy 

points, 

untouched emotion, undiscovered the 

cavities of century old thirst, on 

that mirage inhabited the 

reflection of true life, 

I found, the great

views of epics,

on that nice

acme,

may be it's differ to  intellectual, so called 

masked clergies, or the pseudo 

characters, but it's the 

absolute fact of 

life, that we 

were 

simply an object to get gaiety for each -

other, the organic binding, now 

it's question, that how much

body absorbed the bliss 

and how much 

provided

the 

pleasures, in this procedures did we 

touched the soul, did we evolve

from predacity to divinity, 

it's enigmatic aspect 

of life, not so easy 

to follow the 

path of 

pure

love, amid the passion and adoration 

somewhere was my zenith point,

out of dream only one thing 

was the realism of life,

unclothed laying

 bodies, on 

 the couch,

inside fetus or on the ignited pyre, just 

exposed supreme affection, 

nothing more than that, 

from cipher to zero

travelling night,

alone nude, 

crystal 

clear.

--- SHANTANU SANYAL

painting by -   ROBERT WATSON

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

MOON DISSOLVED GRADUALLY 

Ablution of body wasn't the part of 

heart's purity, even fire bath 

was inadequate, physique

had its own priority, the 

process to make 

entire man,

somebody sprinkled the so -called 

mythical perfume of seductive 

elements, I don't know, that

magnetic storm's effect,

but those moments 

certified 

beautifully the definition of perfect 

masculine, I had just left the 

persona in that dominance,

now the mind and soul 

both tamed by

imposed

desires, 

my preferences multiplied, dreams 

created by love, it's not 

necessary that 

flora will 

ask 

the honeybee a choice of color, the 

options were natural, when 

rhizomes of nectar was 

near to burst, all of 

sudden night

reached

 to

mellowness, moon illuminated -

abruptly with inner vigor,

in the environs then

scattered the 

milk dipped

saffron

beauty, gradually somebody melted 

in inclusive way, in the chest,

into the heart, later 

spellbound 

the life.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by  -   Petrus van Schendel (1806-1870)

LET FEEL ONLY

cupric sky scattered the dreamy shade

on the edge of blue lake, the full

moon emerged amid the

hushed hills, beneath

your leaned eye-

lashes, life

searches

the dreamland of love, a safe haven ,

far-off the world of inner beauty,

knitting the silky emotion

butterflies returning

to the rainbow -

island, on

the western blue, celestial flowers turning

into the form of stars, your presence

in the life makes noteworthy,

night becoming more 

deep more

thrilling,

bewitch eyes lost the sensation, the 

glow of milky way confined in 

your body, heart hesitates 

to touch the thrived 

blooming branch,

a little 

inattention may be cause the twist in 

the emotion, the fragile dream 

I do not know, perhaps 

to be break, just 

let the tube -

roses 

on 

petiole, let feel the inner fragrance - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by- midnight moon - Megan Richard

ON THAT MEETING POINT

perhaps that strange person had

illumined heart , otherwise it

wasn’t possible to lit the

extinguished light in

the deserted

world of

emotion, the knock of the doors,

often breaks the dream, the

returning back step says

come all along to me,

darkness of life is

not limited to

you only,

many gloom faces waiting on the

edge of valley, endeavor some

luminosity to enter into their

soul, on the plateau of

crucified innocent

dream, they’re

waiting for a

errand,

this feeling didn’t allow to sleep,

how to spell out the gravity of

that inclined head, sitting

alone depressed on the

the abandoned rail

track, gazing the

to the distant

point,

where most probably two parallel

lines going to meet, the dawn

of equality, the ray of love,

the generous hands

eager to hold

close, on

that

illusive point life wishes to bring you,

a pleasure more precious than

sharing the corporal ecstasy,

the sleeping kid’s beautiful

smile existed there,

mother’s affection

spills out from

the face,

heart wants to show you the real

happiness,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/