THE DEPTH

The depth

The barren, unwanted, repulsive-

The life is forbidden by the world,

Dreams here cry in the late night,

Contradictions chase to each other

In the short distance, next door

Another life is busy to germinate

The new blooming fetus to rule –

The planet in his principles

With the wonderful future

Dreams here smile whole the night,

Addicted male wants the proof

Of fidelity, refuse to accept the child,

Years back he forced the female

To make extra marital relation-

For the survival of family,

Dreams here divide the long night,

Teen aged boys play the fun

What’s wrong the gratification

Closed doors do not care

The moral books of society

Prehistoric sting is the realism

Dreams here flourish whole the night,

--Shantanu Sanyal

WHATS WRONG TO ME?

What’s wrong to me?

The long rail track goes

Parallel to the last limit of eyes,

In the horizon they meet

Or just let down to each other,

The winter evening often asked-

Some bizarre questions to me,

Blasphemy charged by crowd

Whenever I raised the voice

Against the mysterious object,

They are able to see the image!

What’s dilemma in the persona?

I couldn’t observe the divine ray-

The self classification goes on,

Several hours before the mirror

I touched my body parts, suspiciously

But nothing is differ than the

The priest, the next door persons

Since childhood I followed them

The priest and his kept lady

His infantile massager, cute boy

Peeping through the window-

The bad manner, he said me once

That time I was frightened

I couldn’t explained the meaning

Of curiosity and the pleasure to look

The two tracks meeting scene.

---Shantanu Sanyal

i>You can not suicide

You can not suicide!

The clouds, feelings of aloofness,

The condensed grief of relations

All together encircled the fire---

However winter is far away

Aroma of your body, shivering lips

Sizzling breath, on hairy chest-

Droplets of melted desires all

Wants to disperse the passion,

In the winds earthen fragrance

Is it raining, down the valley----?

Trembling finger tips on the

Nuclear of abdomen-- slowly

Let feel the life in a rhythm

The multilayer of adoration

Wants tonight, unfurl thousands

Bygone secrets of the darkness,

In the mist of pulverized clouds

Your shadow creeps on the body

I feel your presence in the nerves

In the blood, the skins, everywhere

I know, you are no more in the

Canvas of life--- but the truth

Exposed all the odds

Didn’t you exchange the life?

May be for the short duration,

Difficult to kill me in side the

Your body, mind—just think it.

--Shantanu Sanyal

THE OVERLOOKED FACES

OVERLOOKED FACES

1-Orbit of life never takes rest

Several face raising the hands

In the signals curly haired girl

Habitual of aristocratic abuse

Selling the flowers to car owners

She knows the eye contact

Hides the exposed body by

The tattered dirty sari end,

The elite male s desire—

She knows very well

She requests again and again,

The guy lures – sit down in

The back, no need to sell the flowers

Enjoy whole the life

Traffic moves, car disappeared.

2-The boy eighteen years old

The David s physic with-

Robust tender muscles,

Newly hair growth down the nose

Employed in the bungalow- 47

Land lady likes him to much

Husband has no time to look after

The boy over times

He knows very well

Land lady s desires, likes, dislikes

Her satisfaction is his duty

The boy looks his heavy thigh

In the mirror and thinks-

The owner is ugly than him

He changes the bed sheets every day-

with new emphasize

And waits for the night and off course

Good food for to keep fit, healthy

As land lady loves his muscles

He follows all the instructions

Silently –that’s life.

--SHANTANU SANYAL

THE DEFEAT

THE DEFEAT

May be, you have been forget-

Amazing treaty once performed

Between us, in the rain forest,

I plucked the rare - blue orchid

From the canopy of the tall tree,

And proved you the loyalty------

The swapping moment was superb

For a kiss you broken the promise

And ran away into the dense jungle,

For getting back you, whole the life

I became the wild, primitive, maniac

The stalwart desire s depth

Made me the everlasting blaze

The breathless search of that love

Dragged me from heaven to hell

Often, I realize the mistake of past

And no more wait for promise

Separation teased to defeat

And loosing you converted me into

The aggression, now I am the -

Most possessive man in the world,

Just try to meet me again.

--Shantanu Sanyal

THE AUTOGRAPH

Autograph

Birth to death a long progression-

How to write in few obscure lines,

Nevertheless, I accept the weird bowl

The transparent liquid –venom or

Antidote, identity hidden in your heart,

Life unfolded the eyes, when you loved me

Sensation accelerated to explore the planet

Whenever you touched me,

The birth moments might be anywhere-

In the lips, lap, breasts, waist I don’t know

The meaning of the life, you

Underlined on every occasion, every moments

Sharing the colors of pleasure or pain

Emotions fused and became the unique

Dissection of the souls, God knows!

Not easy to make the lines on the waves,

The two equations reciprocal-

The bonding is beyond the science,

I loved you more than myself

The death is only imagination,

I crossed the circle of apprehension

Whenever found my neck in to the joined

Two delicate but attached arms

I desire rebirth and die –over and over

To love you forever ---------------------------

-----Shantanu Sanyal

THE ECHOES

The echoes ------

The morning picked

All the pieces of dreams

With wounded hands

Incisive strokes

Broken the heart

Ruthlessly in multiple way

Some tear drops

On the edge of memory

Existed together the dew on

The moisturized moments

Alone witness moon—

Disappeared silently

Night flowers scattered

The last bloom

Perhaps ---the season

Wants to say good bye

The echoes died

In the mid way-----

No meaning of the

Waiting forever ---

---S.SANYAL

UNEXPLAINED

Sweet but complicated--

Obscurity and ecstasy

Two side of coin

Just goes parallel ----

Phase of life remains

Always on the iceberg

The floating destiny

Has no control by us

An invisible force

Pulls some times, and

Throws into the waves

Unexplained, mysterious

Relationship of adoration

A passion or devotion

For some one special

Nearest to the heart

Never allowed to extinct

In the mist of universe

Difficult to solve—

The self-demolition

For other s creation

Dark and bright goes together---

----S.Sanyal

THE LIVE FLAME

The live flames

Some one overlapped the

Exposed realities and fabricated

The character as desired—crusader!

Some of hidden limbs

Difficult to keep under wraps

The up down muscles, bones, flesh

Unfold the secrets, one by one

The face omits all the venom

Conspired eyes make you stripped

Before me again and again

The invisible canines and hooked nails

And wounds of my flesh are-

Inter related since a decade long,

The wolf and vulnerable deer

Tearing the hot flesh – live

I experienced the reality

Because once I had the red flesh

And the beautiful eyes—helpless

I couldn’t resist, and submission

Became the destiny,

But now time is changed –

Now reverse attack by mass

Your days are in the fingers

Counting has been started

In the dense forest, filthy slums

The pseudo characters-

Masked faces have limited margins

To escape – nude truth is standing

In the each and every corner

Holding the sharp edged mirrors,

The final crusade against the fake-

characters.

---- Shantanu Sanyal

LOST SOMEWHERE MY HEART

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A few droplets on the petals

Invisible ciphers on the lips

An unfamiliar but close to heart

Enchanting touch –

Sensation of self fusion

In the mysterious arms

I don’t know, why it happened

The delicate twist in the life

Before meeting the stranger

The moon, galaxy, valleys

Flowers, colors, fragrance were

Meaningless, worthless-

How and why abrupt transform

A flowering emotion erupted

Sleepless nights asked me often

Did you loss something?

Eyes are tired –

Silent before the storms

Unknown fear in sweet rhythm

Drags me towards the dream,

Difficult to illustrate

Condition of heart now days

Unpredicted ---- lost somewhere!

----S.SANYAL

THE ENDLESS JOURNEY

Tale of two persons

Matured Daffodil ---full grown

And Cactus of desert with tender

Stem-- microscopic hairs

Adultery and barricades

Reciprocal equations

How and why two species

Made the natural relation

Between the garden and desert

There was a long distance

Daffodil s owner, aged, experienced

Expert in irrigation,

Caring to each and every parts

Dawn to dusk- kept eyes

Made robust barricades

Given his remains chlorophyll

But Daffodil betrayed

Cactus won the heart and body

The full moon night

And the higher tidal waves

Do not follow any religion

Daffodil extinct in the thorns of

Desert Cactus – they reject

The man made boundaries.

---Shantanu Sanyal

the endless journey

THE ENDLESS JOURNEY



The city never sleeps

Under the fly over bridge

On the platform benches

In the corner of narrow lanes

Inside the closed grocery shops

Behind the petrol pumps

Besides the temple walls and

Discarded heritage monuments

Hotel, motel or restaurant

Pan shops or the back of multiplex

On the excavated drainage lines

On the exclusive beds or

Rough asbestos sheets, sack pieces

At business tycoon s tower

Or down the footpath

Night becomes more active

Most dangerous than the Masaimara

The vast wilderness

The great assembly of predators

Here no sex, class, clan, discrimination

The complete socialism

Only two elements are existed

Compromiser and dominator

Mercy to be applied after the

The hundred percent satisfactions

The business goes whole the night

Journalists are busy to collect the

Sensations of the endless journey

A young model suicide, a gigolo murdered

Unidentified minor girl gang raped

Hidden camera s truth--------

Don is dancing with a celebrity actress etc.

Some news never to be occupied

Because law makers are to much talented

They know very well, how to conceal

Many incidents are thrown by them

Just like lustrous contraceptive balloons.

On the dustbin or on the deserted streets

Trace less --- stories or semen!

-Shantanu Sanyal

undefined love

Undefined love

The wet Sunday, torrential rain

Since midnight to morning

Dark clouds want to swill down

Each and every corner---------

The earth and the sky

Trace less the meeting point

Difficult to out line

How I lost my sense and-

Why you submit the purity?

The undefined moment

Dissolved two personalities

Melted away the deposited all shame

And the artificial boundaries

Created by the society

The thousands tiny, big, shrink

Giant water waves expelled

The joint dam is divided in two ends

The flood didn’t care any one

Whole the habitat was submerged

In a moment, rain was continued-

Natural pleasures were apparent

The bodies transformed

In the multiple fold of mirrors

The undefined love

Made us the wild, uncivilized---

The truth was hidden

A long life is left to think

Neither questioned by you

Nor explained by me, the path is lost

Or we touched the destination

The mystery is buried in -

Our heart, only significant was the

Achievement –we shared the natural

Happiness, a life in the rainy night---

----Shantanu Sanyal

the unclaimed body

The unclaimed body

Its not necessary, all the expectations

To be converted in realism

Prophesies were the seasons

Changed the colors of the life

Tonight is the lucid sky

Twinkling numerous desires

Next moment the silent

The darkness between us

Existed since the derivation of love

The brain and heart s conflict

The captivity of relationship

Masked branches of lust

Eroding the under ground

Never ending sequence -----

The mirage of desert and

The thirsty antelopes

The race to get more, some more

Experimental satisfaction

In the lips priestly smiles

Inner venomous monster creeps

How much a man could exploit,

Emotionally and physically

Himself and others too—

The cross- word of life remained-

Blank forever,

In the exchange of desires

The purity of love left over

As unclaimed body on the footpath

Unknown, unidentified---------------

--- Shantanu Sanyal

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old mile stone

think for a while, a little bit
do not remove the old memories-
for some moments,keep it for tomorrow
gloominess spreads till the genisis land
keep me in somewhere the heart
needed the little illumination on the way
i know, you do not love me more
keep distance but do not go so away
that i couldnt heared your voice
autumn is indicated---the change
leaves are becoming the pale
southern winds becoming stable
stripped sky turned into the brown
lonely standing near a milestone
once you promised me
to walk whole the life together
love never dies you further added,
and i found whole the world unde the feet.
i am belated, the world is changed
a fast trained passed and extinct far away
i am waiting----on the halt alone---
i know this path is deserted a long ago
foot prints no more existed
stone and gravels covered the dreams.
this road becomes the river in the rains--
people had said me.
---shantanu sanyal

THE LOST BIRTH DATES

The lost birth dates---

Did you see the endless journey?

Heavy wooden cross

Holding on the shoulder

Creeping legs, bleeding forehead

The web of chest bones

The cave of hunger

Inclined body in multi angles

Dried smiles and deserted eyes

Freeze tear drops

Flesh less a tall individual

Going towards the graveyard

To digging the dream

Followers were behind him

Some innocent pale faces

And a woman trying to cover

Her desiccated breast

Wrinkled lips, broken back

Bare feet, silently they passed

Flowering season has returned

Both sides of road colors speckled

Did you find them?

They lost some where

Under the debris of dreams

In search of food, water, shelter

The life denied the friendship-

Because they had no identification,

Birth date was ridiculous.

----Shantanu Sanyal

the frame of glass

The frame of glass

A tattoo is engraved

On the forehead

Sample, not for sale

Personal possession

The life and the death

All the attached to you

Because its your responsibility

The agreement

Performed before the public

Stamped by society

The complete authority

Use it or throw up to you

Religious ideologies

The final judgment

Utilize it down the waist

Or kiss it with extreme love

The agreement between

The muscles and glass

Adam and Eve

Following the masculine

The ancient philosophy

The destiny of glass is the breakages

But the dream somewhere

Is existed--- broken glasses

Found multiple sharp edges.

-- Shantanu Sanyal

fervent to fly through the blues

let me to go, in the milky moon light
bare foot on the silvery sand of the wild stream
murmuring the cold wind of February
unseen addiction wants to exploit me,
tonight let me to shatter, on the invisible arms
fanatical, lemony fragrance across the persona
swimming through the vivid ray--away --far away
undiluted,innocent rythm is touching the heart
some one promised---unconditional terms
let me liberate from the arid possession
stable moments will kill me
let me release--my desire--wants to rebirth
let me extinct in to the moon light
-Shantanu Sanyal

extinct moments

Extinct moments

Ruins of the affiliation

Scratches on the glass

Some tarnished letters

Exotic broken flower vase

Hoax image in the mirror,

Whispering old song

A long and lasting love---

Scattered droplets

On the window enclosure,

Sensation on the skin

Live finger prints

Unknowingly touching

The half cured wound,

Touching to the floor

Half slipped the flowering

Bed cover, sweat smell-

Blended in sweet memories,

Nonexistent pleasures

But attached to the heart

Its not so easy to forget-

Walking on the galaxy

Together holding hands of

Each other to extinct on

The misty clouds------------

-Shantanu Sanyal

The game of illumination

The game of illumination

Something more was hidden

In to the mystic eyes

The melted tear drops

The up down breathing graphs

The pre-monsoon rains

Soaking clay fragrance, drizzle

Familiar sound, do you knocking

The door or it’s the contemplation

Brat evening and spoiled night

Emotion enraged sitting on the roof

Numerous fire flies-

The game of illumination

Continued whole the night

The shivering lips, unknown touch

Humid chest, last submission

Slowly you left the hand

The train picked up the speed

Its midnight, standing alone

On the deserted platform ---

----Shantanu Sanyal

the hansome beast

a creation of unknown creator
uncivilised,uncultured but innocent
horrid,dreadful with desert beauty
full of masculine vigor and vitality
love me beyond the constraint--she said.
inner wilderness clicked
aggravation was made me lunatic
and i began to love her in a cyclonic way
slowly physical evolution was changed
without any indication
bones, limbs, outer and inner
brain , heart, every thing altered
extreme ecstacy didnt allow me to think
whats going wrong interal the persona
concealed lust, intense hunger
made me passionate to her love
as monsoon clouds breaks on the mountains
thirsty flames absorbed me over and over
i became the torrential rain
falling on the barren valley persistently
abundant streams and tributries
originated from my muscles
now i considered the matured beast
i dont know,my evolution was natural
or she utilized me--?
its difficult to classify
who was the prey?
and who was the killer!
i am only a handsome beast now,
as they used to call me.
i love my identification.
--SHANTANU SANYAL

The bio-frame

Riddles of relationship

Tried to solve many times

However, questions mushroomed

The body and the heart

A web link between

The two elements imperceptible

Physically involved mind

Sometimes wants emancipation

Love and lust reciprocal

The shared pleasure gives

Touch of sweetness, in the depth

Bitterness evolves its root

Infinite desires creates divisions

You have the options

Exploit, twist, mould or hurt me

My persona is made of

Blood, bones, flesh, bio-sting

Sucking to each other

No doubt the extreme thirst

Gives the ecstasy to the body

Nevertheless, somewhere

Emotions die in the gradual way

In the sequence, silently---

The ocean swallows the coast

And unseen hollowness

Remains on the bed

Necked and discarded bio-frame

---Shantanu Sanyal

the speechless world

The speechless world




The bullets on the chest



After receiving the water



From a old lady,



A bloody thirst



The hospital, station and road



The survival land



Non stop firing



Nurse, doctor, travelers



Bedridden men, women



Infant, old, familiar, stranger



Died in a moment



Blood and blood



In the name of religion



Why? Who teaches you?



The mosque, temple, church!



Where is humanity?



If killing of the innocent is faith



Than I am the most impious man



Do not force me to believe



The God—or other version



Because the imagination of the



Heaven and the hell



Not required,



Experience the truth.



In this way do you think, the



Planet to be conquered and ruled



Never, sitting on the silent volcano



Eruption is certain



Lava has no discrimination



His work is to convert the obstacles-



in to the ash.



















---S.SANYAL

May 19


after the many years

sudden the old letter drop down

through the book and words were scattered

on the floor, memories became live

dry flowers are existed with faded colours

in the north east, again appeared the rain clouds

shading the earth

the silences is mushroomed

an uncertainity is knocking to the door

an old potrait of unsung artist

fresh and moisturised

just now final stroke

and some one said ---- good bye

after the many years

wounds are blooming

in different shades.

----s.sanyal

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the cemetry

the prehistoric darkness
semi necked residues-
untouchables s territory
so called the human
paralysed future
lepers dream, oozing-
wounds,just use the resipirator
on the roof top
eagles and vultures
killer desires
in the aristocratic style
knocking the collapsed door
exotic perfumes
a fusion of love and hate
save the environment
remark from the back
bargaining is going on-
show the item------
that s good, untouched,
deal finalized vultures gone
tonight is the last tender sleep
next day endless journey
from one darkness to another
here mornig is prohibited.
---SHANTANU SANYAL

did you collect the rain?

wet and dipped in the rain drops
a smiling face for a while
appears and fascinated the terrace
hundreds passion flowers bloomed
and scattered in the gallery of the nature
did you collect the rain?
on the two palms and sprayed to face
if no , then you missed the life,
did you whisper the old sweet song?
if yes, than you delighted the evening,
waiting gives a meaning of survival-
did you wait for some one in the rain?
if no , you lost the paradise of love,
promises are made for break-
some one said me once
but i experienced promises gives
a meaning to the life-
and an interval for changing the season
wait for someone in the rainy days
with a smiling face and the bunch of-
flowers in the hands
for next promise, for a new life.
---shantanu sanyal

some other day

preseve the emotion
in the eternal heart
in the secrete corner
as a hidden jewels
premature relation
required the more space
do not say me now-
i love you
the south winds are volatile
the beduin gray clouds
are flying on the blues
frenzy thoughts
roaming and roaming
aimless destination
waves of liberation
wants to break the barrier
two hands wants to get the whole sky
restless energy searches
new direction mysterious horizon
wait for some other day
near the rainbow
touching the rain clouds
springs would erupt
on the deserted barren land
sprouting thorns
never save the roses
just wait ---------please
let me go beyond the dreams
on the land of reality
trust me, for some other day.
---s.sanyal

do not love me

lesser god s children
midnight, sleeping on the footpath
the clear sky, no traffic
summer in the zenith
wind playing with torn clothes
dtowsy eyes, tired childhood
sweating smell, each night
a muscles creeps on the surface
salvia,bites,pain,spit
numerous gift left over
the six feet shadow disappears
the child weeps nights and night
summer passed,changing the climate
one room apartment
now mass shadows-- appearing
leaf has chewed in tender age
the twig-- no more chance
buds finished before the blossom
half burned cigarettes
and broken wine glasses
only hatered,dirty stains
pale face, filty smells are
in my possesion
i have nothing to share
just keep distance.
--S.SANYAL

evolution

evolution
begging on the street
a small girl
standing near the mall
city was busy in the peak hours
crowds were running ti the east and the west
cars, trams were passing in the high speed
people didnt look her back
she is their since ancient time
ruins of the royal families
witnessed her childhood
under the fly over
in the railway platform
finding her birth place
she moved behind the mob
one of kind hearted man
in the name of human charity
made her beautiful
now she is the full grown woman
darwin s theory applied that god father
evolution is the natural process he explained
now she is waiting on the same place
but not for begging
as a seller,searching the customer
in the late sparkling night
people are looking her back again and again
--s.sanyal