THE EXTRA ORDINARY AUTUMN

The vagrancy of emotion doesn't want to halt 

in a place, whether to fly away, I'll never 

stop, I'm a drifting flow of wild, do 

not stop me, let my breath 

apart above the dale,

this migration 

doesn't

need 

any identity card, across the space, may be 

somewhere lives that lover, near the 

galaxy or floats on the light 

beam, what's address 

of destination, it's

mystery of the

formless 

glamour, being hypnotized all day and night !

Heart's own identity is forgotten in love

of that beauty of cipher, with the 

invisible transparent wings, 

life has flown, do not 

know where, in 

the remote

of horizon, I have been left all the bonds of 

illusion, free from all the temporal 

traps, no prejudice, no jealous

just crystal clear reflection,

touching the eternal 

truth to my

conscience

in way that all narcissism falling one by one,

as the aliphatic autumn brings the new

budding dream, dried leaves are 

flying away to unknown floor

before falling down the 

earth - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE IGNITED NIGHT

in the crowd too, sometimes life

feels solitude, mind thinks in

its way, the silent analysis

goes through the depth

of consciousness, an

hidden tempest

swirls

the

sentiments, a perception of

riding on the switchback,

ascent and descent

path of life swing

between the

shadow

and

light, in that ambiguous moment,

the heart looks for your love,

as the arid land waits for

fleeting winter rain,

thorny shrubs

are eager

to

blossom, the caravan of celestial

luminary passed from one

end to another, on the

bluish marquee of

night sky, often

life waits for

your

mystifying consent, on the sand

dunes in the late night, when

temperature goes down,

the bare body dream

sits alone to gaze

the dew point,

perhaps

it thinks you will come out from

the self confinement, after

rejecting all the irons,

release from the

illusive circle,

the fire of

ring

which created by pseudo society,

endless waiting doesn’t allow

the life, to sleep a moment,

though wet wind carries

the fragrance of wild

bloom, the link of

softness could

not make

the difference on the ignited soul,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  Painting by Elizabeth Osborne

THE DIRECTIONLESS VOYAGE

that compulsive assent of eyes goes

through the inner profundity of

desire, as the tiny bubbles of

breath emerges on the

surface of serene

lake in the mid

night, azure

darkness

creates unsolved obscurity, the

intense aspire extends its

sphere to seize, infuse

all the condensed

ardor into the

nerves,

in the hush of wilderness slowly the

the moon appears amid the tall

teak trees, whispering wind

of early summer fills the

somatic cologne of

familiar touch,

astonishing

moment

brings silently two persona, closer

and closer toward the merger,

as the river submerges into

the oceanic depth, the

moonlit waves tries

to touch the sky,

in the remote

midstream,

strange ship confuses to navigate

the shoreline, life wants often

to loss the path in your

captivated love, the

wandering trip

sometimes

creates

the milestone of aesthetic fervor !

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

ON THE ZENITH POINT

Perching on the tall tree isn’t the

sign of eagle eye, what’s going

beneath the waves, reality

hides into the cavity of

future, whenever

the prejudice

crosses

the limit, eruption emerges with

full intensity, the flowing lava

doesn’t distinguish the

beloved or strange,

ignition makes

the path on

its code,

the civilization turns to the ruins

in a blink, it’s too late to save

the coronet by the Jungle

fire, the fraudulent

faces haven’t the

way to escape,

the mass

castigation chases till death,

frenzy emotion hasn’t the

the direction it runs with

tying the shrouds

on the head,

they don’t

afraid

by the nail of the coffin, or the upright

post with a transverse bar, life

on that moment becomes

the ceaseless flame,

the renaissance

has its own

sacrifice,

the quiescent volcano and human

mind is supplementary to

each other, if frustration

overflows the scene

of paradise turns

into the hell,

neither

any values are endless nor the domain,

in the field of survival each mission

is genuine, humanity wants the

egalitarianism, fairness, the

rights to live with dignity,

the liberation from

all the myths or

intoxicated

doctrine,

the body desires corporeal consent

that’s an organic need, but a soul

wants existence with the

reverence, and this

perception

revolts

against the cruelty, bias, ignoring

attitude, here mankind gets

the extreme awareness,

differentiates amid

the truth and

counterfeit,

creates new horizon for habitat - -

SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by - humanity-flag- Purring Banshee Studios 

THE FLASHING LAMPS  

a little bit concern vis-à-vis meeting

to with them who has been left,

behind the scene of festivity

of life, often perception

wakes up from the

grip of the self -

addressed

letter,

on that dilemma, heart pursues the

answers, in a deserted railway

station someone waiting

alone for the missing

link of affinity,

in the mist

of chill

night, the painful dream becomes

the fast train, passes with

rapid speed, in the far-

away it extinct with

leaving the flying

pages of life,

the valise

of hope

remains laying on the platform, the

vibration of rail track gradually

goes down to silent, in the

distant the raising hands

demands the promise

of survival, the real

share of equality,

on the mound

of firearms,

injured

voice

lost the identification, echoes

couldn’t come back to

the origin, the faces

of upheaval were

forced to adopt

the injustice,

as usual

destiny of exploitation flourished in

society, in the pseudo politics

the life has less magnitude,

unseen confine has no

mercy, just the rule

of forest, the

mighty

has all the rights for livelihood,

others have the slavery

fate, self way for

existence - -why?

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  Train-station-painting- by  QUINN AINSLEY