BEFORE THE FLYING AWAY

just touch me now, that in few moments

I'm going to fly above the dales, 

trench, river, ocean, do not 

know the destination, 

beneath the wet 

clouds, above

the mosaic

horizon,

I do not know, where is that creator of 

my transparent wings, may be 

waiting to fill the colour with

beautiful life, if you love

me, do not waste the 

moment, just say 

as crazy 

waves,

let me submerge in your dominance !

glassy bubbles are waiting 

for a shelter of palm,

please stretch the

hand before 

falling 

down the delicate sentiments, embrace 

once again me, in a way that 

flying desire doesn't wish

to go away in the alien

land of strangers, 

keep nearer 

to your 

heart.

--  SHANTANU SANYAL

JUST WAIT

Precision to final stroke postponed

as sculpture of life has a brittle edge,

chiselling the persona is not so easy

affair, a fear always persistent that

might be slight negligence will break

the entire statue, moulding your love

accordingly, in the heart, I failed many

times, the colour of surface doesn’t

reflects the realism of eternal depth,

the thin coating of gold whenever

washed out, the ornament looks, life-

less an object, somewhere we have

to give up the dreams to proliferate,

Space to breathe in its own way, after

that, if you wish, exchanging of body

Soul, passion, desire to be easier, life
Wants to get your love as the rains of 
Genesis when the earth is detached 
From that unexplored mystic planet,
xerosis of heart has the thirst of miles!
-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE TWISTED WAY

What's hidden in your heart, that's you
know, maybe artifice or fidelity,
life is full of contradictions, 
however, a trust
grows 
whenever I've seen your eyes, desires 
haven't the limitation, even that I
cannot avoid loving you, 
it's like an unfinished 
mysterious book 
reading, 
every step has a revelation, the feeling 
that you're around me increases 
the thrill, and that adventure
brings me into the deep
romance, the 
silence
of azure night fills more anxious, the pages 
of moment flutter in a way that again 
and again I read the same page, 
but couldn't understand 
the single word,
an addiction
which wraps life with deep drowsiness, 
but conscience can not sleep, this
restlessness has its own
charm, everything 
should not be 
straight 
in life, some twist is required to see the 
dreams - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

EVERY SINGLE STEP - -

There's still time, if you could walk along,

the sun of resurgence restlessly 

waiting under the stormy 

clouds, every 

single

step is notable toward the destination, 

the torch of humanity calling 

with distressed flame, 

if you could 

break 

the self circle, walk along the aggrieved 

soul, for a civilized dawn - - 

* * 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL 

ABOVE THE PHYSICAL DESIRE - -

Inclined, exhausted, and panting my body
failed to extinguish the beautiful
blaze, sweating chest I left
the flaming infinity, but
in my lips some
nectar cells
remained
as the
mark
of achievement, the fullness of life -
here exceeds the horizon,
that flame has been
included persona,
imparadise
flickering
ignited millions of dreams in the body
pores, the mutation of love
isn't possible, it rooted
deep to perception,
as a divine lotus,
floating on the
lake but
trace -
less stem, you have been entered into
the soul by the adverse waves of
emotion, through the stream
of subterranean region,
above the mythical
line of corporal
and emotion,
feelings
of
an absolute joy, complete receipt of
peace!

- - SHANTANU SANYAL

THE MIDNIGHT ROSE - -

Just, keep hidden in your chest -
the essence of prolong
unshared affinity
alike the
worth
a king's ransom, the glamour of
your love brings me in the
flow of galaxy, the
life becomes
the rose
of winter midnight, waits for the
dewy moments, forgets all
the somatic sufferings,
just waits for the
very intimate
touch to
the soul, the moonless night - -
looks more beautiful than
the moonlight - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

BEFORE MEETING THE SOUL - -

some pain remained in the depth of -

heart, couldn't be expressed,

alike stable clouds of 

north east, on the

twilight sky, 

some 

affinity never reaches to relationship, -

vanishes before the deepening

of night, it's very delicate

turn of life, your 

concern to 

get me

in perfection, with body and soul, isn't

the myth nevertheless, somewhere 

it breaks without sound, a 

pre mirage proviso 

always exist

amid us,

indeed, anybody isn't the absolute - - 

spirit, just like the clay toys,

even after going 

through the 

heated 

kiln -

no guarantee for durability, breaking 

is the factality - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
 painting by artist Toni Grote 1
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE REGENERATION - -

A forgotten story, a broken dream,
a twinge in the heart, even
though every moment,
life is smiling, a
silence of
desert,
a gravitation of unknown affinity, a
dew drop on the pointed thorn,
a feeling of rebirth, that's
an evasiveness or
the intimacy,
do not
know the innocent heart, flows on
the effluent of love, without
thinking about the
destination,
maybe
on the chest of ocean, maybe - -
into the blaze of desert,
anything can
happen,
just
a fellow traveller of time, we have
to accept falling point of
destiny, again the
regeneration,
again
desire to love you, the life, with - -
different out look - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE SUBMERSED PERSONA

 That’s a colossal river, goes toward the
ocean, builds some soft alluvium,
serpentine figure on the
meeting point, the
life searches
in the
same way to touch and mould your -
turmoil passion on the chest,
the wild tributaries of
river valley often
want to erode
the shore,
but your affectionate reed bed doesn’t
permit that, the flowing breath
has the certain destination,
never confuse, it ends
on the igneous
lips, the
leaning clouds emerges occasionally
on the shoreline, obsessive love
or the strange boat carries
the life safely, the
conviction of
fidelity
never sinks, as an immortal creeper
you embrace my persona in
infinite way - - -

    SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ORIGAMI

The art of origami was beautiful
Someone trapped my emotion
Under the pseudo smiles, blooms
Never faded nor dried, it just
A masterpiece of an unknown artist,
I couldn’t overcome from the
The swirl of passion, times moved in
Rapid speed, nothing has left
Over in my proximity, it was too
Late to break the cage, the spring
It is now part of ancient history,
It’s happened not the first time,
The twilight often changes the
Length of shadow, night laughs on
The bare body, alcoholic perfumes
Have short durability, in the heat
Of sun, its evaporate quickly after
Leaving the unusual spot, life
Is not different from abstract art, your
Eternal pledges had no intensity,
Before the end of the night, you
Brought down the moon, to adorn
Some other one's planet, but its
Not a final stroke, my beloved friend,
Nature has its own strategy, a
The person couldn’t betray himself any longer
The waxy leaves have an autumn day,
Winds love pale faces to remove
From the twig, for substitute of new
Tender leaves, rotation is the prime
Factor to sustain life on the earth,

    SHANTANU SANYAL