Sunday 11 July 2010

FINAL STROKE


before the night fall
neither any regret nor any complain
every one has own made priority list
do not write the names,old left over emotions
zero expectation is the best satisfaction
presence or absence is not significant
duties to be performed in the natural feel
self creation --any thing live or artificial
always to remained ---closest of the heart
no one loves the dried out flowers-
colorless,odorless--its the human tendency,
liquid always flows to the downward
in search of new relations---different
destinations---new horizons
the wheel of life spins continously
in this drowsy and tired evening
shadow looks bigger than life
share was limited---how much received
or not,calculation was meaningless
never done, who loved or not, question
is useless,who knows, in next moment
what to be happened, smiling brushes appeal
to paint again, an worn old blank canvas wants
to live little longer.
----shantanu sanyal

Friday 9 July 2010

The Hypocrisy


Faces inside the face, layers
Outspreaded, fangs appeared
One by one and infused the venom,
Entire individuality found under
The unknown grip, it's happened
Hypnotized love or excavation of body?
It's belated, self analysis is dead.
Sharing the bed for a long time,
Not necessary dreams would be -
Uniformed, a margin is existed always.
Uniformed, a margin is existed always.
Life desires more than the
Physical pleasures, untouched
 Inner limbs have a different world.
Fluctuated moment and compromise!
Unseasonable rains always creates
Tribulations for travelers,
The depth of heart and ocean
 Somewhere confronted, the egoism –
Never allowed, to knowing each other
Not so simple to solve the riddles.
Eyes were closed whole the night
But someone didn’t sleep.
Rain, clouds, flowers, fragrance,
Familiar touch, body odor, breathing
All the things were void
The glassy massive sky fell down
And scattered on the earth
The tiny crystal pieces of the tear drops
Have been fossilized---
---Shantanu Sanyal









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Thursday 8 July 2010

The late night gossip

The late night gossip

Dual images look an individual

In rainy nights, sky submits

All his vivacity to quench the earth

The ever lasting thirst never be over

He knows the depth of valley

Branches, sub-branches of hidden

Desires open thorny mouths

Approval to each part of body

Filling the porous moments

For dream germination---

Tries to touch the heart of earth,

She carries numerous volcanoes

Quakes, drift, craters, blind dens

The mysterious multi persona,

Sky tried to moisturized the soul

Whole the night it was rained,

He knows, a life is not sufficient

To love the earth, from top to bottom

The deep rooted fire never ends

Persistently raining is required

For thousands years to reduce

The wilderness of ignition,

The earth always stretches the hands

To absorb the clouds,

And sky tries always to satisfy her,

The late night gossips is continue

Between the two characters

Since the origin of love

The male and the female

Created by some one or evolved itself,

Controversies out of window

They had no time to think

For a third person,

It’s the absolute truth of life.

----Shantanu Sanyal

Wednesday 7 July 2010

FORGET NOT ME---


the azure beautiful evening
crescent moon just appeared
whispering the sweet song-
wind searching to you miserabliy
an addiction of nectar, drop of honey
through the your lips-------
moments are prolong thirsty,
lotuses are folded with the desires
lake has been forget to sensation
every one aquatic or mammals
persona of the planet became constant,
the blue snow is falling from your eyes
untouched fragrance through the heart
entering into the depth of soul
paused evening is waiting for you,
love waves eager to erupt
indigo mountains far away
burning in the sweet fire,
summer is lifeless without you
need a cool shadow as rebirth
to deserted emotion----and
a new meaning to the beautiful evening,
keep the promise---my beloved.
----shantanu sanyal

Monday 5 July 2010

THE LAST TRAIN

the deserted and isolated platform
the last train passed
before the few seconds
green and red lights as usual
on and off in a graphic way
tracks were breathed to relex
a long and hard work
a different feeling
prevailed in the atmosphere
a blank and steady moments
strange but some one very familiar face
sitting alone with the barren eyes
waiting for the next train
long grey beard
bended backbones
worn out body shattered soul
dirty damaged clothes
sleepless face ---decade long
dark deep circle under the
cracked spectacles
lines and lines with several wrincles
dry and hard  injured lips
forgetton to smile
died or forced to die
destiny has the answer
once beloved, first removed from
the so called sweet home
later detached the memories
as a useless antique piece
since that night a man s endless journey
started---a long killer night, never ends
to get the first morning train
alone he started walking on the tracks
slowly ----the image---disappeared in the horizon
to an unknown destination !
---SHANTANU SANYAL

Friday 2 July 2010

I LOVED YOU

2-Obviously, I loved you--

The ocean and active volcano

Between them somewhere

Unknowingly, touched you,

The smokes, dusts were obvious

The dizzy obsession, loved you,

Puberty pores erupted in the wild

To save the bloom, developed you,

Unpredicted, ravenous hurricane

Break out the passion, I hold you,

Slacker stings, flying in the wind-

Arid chest, a thirst, absorbed you,

Cynic, barbaric, primal attitudes

For self purification, mould you,

Seismic, the fragmented persona

Convert the life, so I loved you.

-Shantanu Sanyal

DISREGARDED PURE FACE

Disregarded pure face



In the late night, frequently

Heartening screams break

The pin drop silence, knock

On the door, always force me

To invite the unwanted guest,

The psycho semi exposed guy

Addicted, bleeding from the leg

Wants some favor, some money,

No one loves him in the society

Whole the day wandering

Jobless, no dreams, no life---

Drop out from the school

Next door man told me once

Why you giving shelter to a felon?

Difficult to explain my emotion

Some pieces of loaf, a cup coffee

Bandage on the stabbed wound

Keeping the hand on the head

Sharing some unpleasant moment,

The filthy body odor, listening-

The slang, abusive words-

The patches of died burned skin

Whole the body, marks of cuts,

Inhumanity s gift by muscled cops

Soul, body, heart, emotion, gender

Everything is damaged by the world,

The trust and love towards me-

If could retuned back for some more

Days in his life, please let me

Tag the criminal too,

I am ready to donate my beautiful

And luxurious nights,

I love the disregarded pure face

For a miracle in his life—

Sleepless nights are irrelevant.

--Shantanu Sanyal