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

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

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

THE BLOOMING SEASON

Inclined clouds wants to touch
let it scatter and break in drops
the dried lips want freshness
nothing is wrong if some one is included
life s open space desires that,
between the lips and the beaker
unseen distance always remains
dreams and reality walks together
two parallel lines go far away
some where meets may be by mistake
emotions placed on the thorny paths
love is originited from you, unseen
let it complete in the depth of eyes
night lilies hide the secrets of aroma
unfold the essence whenever delighted,
life is attached with your heart
breathing based on your eye lash movements
give me an enduring touch
season wants to bloom again,
let me encompass in the depth of you
let me diffuse my self in your persona.
--shantanu sanyal

THE EXTINCT FACE

THE EXTINCT FACE

After thirty years, he released

Out of the gate world is changed

Now he is full grown matured male

No one is waiting for him,

Near the detention wall, he looked

The wandering a bulky bull

And some stray dogs---others

All the stranger faces,

Running almost for some thing,

The peak hours of life

He sacrificed for some one

The valuable moments of past

Shrouded under the darkness,

Standing under the lamp post

After looking a teen aged boy

He compares the lost golden days,

The missing sequence becomes live

Café Metro—the beautiful evening

Couples were busy to flirting

31st December 1961—winter

Exclusive foods, drinks, smokes

Of costlier branded cigarettes -

And loud music was going on

Suddenly the world was changed

The cops arrested him

Whole the life he couldn’t proof

His innocence, became silent,

Accepted all the allegations

Because he snuffed the most beloved

Childhood friend, after looking her

In the arms of a stranger,

He is standing opposite of

Same restaurant, alone and

Recollecting all the lost faces

Trying to make himself stranger

In the home town---------

--Shantanu Sanyal

TOUCH ME AGAIN

Touch me again

I don’t know, where gone all

The saturated, informal kisses

Intentionally killing by smile

Touching the forbidden stems,

Agitation to forced blossom---

Conspired appeal, the challenge

To break the detention of purity

Compulsion into contamination,

I don’t know, where evaporated

The condensed dark clouds--

The valley of life was infertile

And remained died as wind change

The direction to unknown land,

I still sitting, closing my eyes

As once you surprised from the

Back, slowly closing my eyes

And asked the trace of fingers

The decade passed, the question

I don’t know, lost introduction

Where gone all the known feelings,

Face reading of each other

Hours to look through the eyes

Holding the hands, walking slowly

On the unknown path and

Often disappeared in misty dusk

I don’t know, where gone all the

Thriving tall trees of strange bloom,

Dry foliages has been scattered

Besides the streets of life

Seasons persistently stripping

The emotions before the blossom

Don’t know, where gone the cotton-

Dipped in love to cover the wound

For recovery before the winter----

Perhaps, one day wind will change

The direction, trees didn’t release

The hope, the desire of re flowering

I don’t know, dreams alter the life-

----Shantanu Sanyal