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MIGRATORY CREATURE
the endless fire in the heart, oozing
wounds on the body, i traveled alone
on the track of life, do not ask my dear
the realism of survival, breathing was too
sometimes sold for few coins, the flesh
bones, blood, heart, kidney are nothing!
emotions were auctioned, this world has
no mercy, nobody loves the ugliness on
others face, in the darkness he touches
with soft fingers on the self old injuries,
screams have no echoes, someone cried
standing on the rains whole the night, no
more proof, as many times dry eyes have
nothing to explain the revenge of cyclone!
life is not only flowering valley, the pain
of germination, creation, bearing on the lap
i looked the woman in severe winter night !
sitting on footpath, isolated, discarded
gazing the deserted sky, searching the lost
moment of a child s birth, life has no
explanation, where and how we detached
the hands of beloved ones, heart is very
unstable as the thin clouds, do not know
the scattering location, i know, today you
love me, and prepared to go through the fire
of ring, my terrains have lot of blossom but
is not true that butterflies are migratory creature?
---- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by - JONE BINZONELLI -Italy
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SELF BETRAYAL
fictional relation has limited space
fleeting moments gives rapid bliss,
mutual accord brings us near the bed,
how much you have explored the body
the deepness of soul stayed behind or
you had gone through the exceptions!
the accomplishment of night, left over
diverse questions, here imagination are
died the natural death, have you seen
the truth, touched the leprosy full chest,
the dreams of findings broken in sharpen
piercing edge, tear droplets were pearl
or water! hard to analyze the purity,
nodding face searched floor as amazing
object lost somewhere under the dust,
looking the flames from far away seems
more beautiful, experiencing the ignition
is just like self seeing the hidden limbs!
in the mirror of life, dodging to own image
and the mirage of arid land are interlinked,
self betrayal is impossible, the concealed
truth follows the persona whole the life.
---- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by -- JONE BINZONELLI - Italy
8 febbraio 2011
FACE OF LIFE
autumnal the moments feel unaided
whenever you say good bye, glooms
of separation makes the life as dried
leaves flying away in wind of dawn,
naive affection waits for next reunion
curiosity increases,searches proximity
between the leaf - stalk,dreams appear,
leaflets wants to collect some more dew
drops, to adorn the buds invisible, heart
swing from one twig to other, tries to
write love poetries on the sweet zephyr,
the soft ray from the roof hole brings
the news of twilight, the impatient feel
emerges in the persona, often i forgot
to look the mirror, in your translucent
eyes, my image complains about dark -
circles, redeye s mystery, always i found
speechless before you, however
a bunch of conversation sleeps inside
the meeting point, i surprised, frequently
changes its form, now looks like spring
is sheltered somewhere in neighborhood!
this evening to evening season alters
many moods, every moment is a long life
each emotion struggles to get you so
nearer, the graph of heart walks on the spiny
edge, one side profound valley other side
remains silent life -
-- SHANTANU SANYAL
20 febbraio 2011
THE BLOOMING VALLEYS
in the corner of western sky, clouds are
appeared with full vitality, touching to
the vast instable river, far in the vision of
limit, twilight is seizing the ferries slowly,
darkness is getting down from the land
of cyclone, birds are restless to reach the
unknown destination, in this period of
uncertainty your kisses give the new life,
we standing near the edge with embracing
to each other, rain didn t detach us
when flow touched the legs, we ran for
the shelter in the ruined, abandoned old
temple, that night before the broken deities,
we pledged to live infinite life, the strange
feelings brought us in the numinous valley,
whole the night we searched the way
but we found each other s arms consistently,
all the trails of forest were submerged,
every direction looked like the stretched sea
thunder, rain, vibration of sky ended
before the dawn, horizon smiled at last
broken idols said- it s your blessed life, the
beautiful assessment, provided infinite love
the two souls became the an individual icon
from here, your paths goes to blooming valleys ---
---- shantanu sanyal
SEARCH OF NEW PLANET
generate some new magnitude, exceptional
fondness, a formatio...n beyond the dream, i feel
suffocation, do not say same thing continuously!
it seems like mercy killing, whenever you met
said several times, that you can do any thing!
let liberate the emotion from the shackles of
abstraction, that morning is bloomed in different
colors, life wants refresh wind of passion, just
invent the unknown objectives, its boring to
see each other s face hours and hours, in a
constant manner, imagine a separate planet of
beautiful feelings, my heart does not want
to stay in a sequence of flowers, mountain
river, sea, let elope from this routine headache!
think for some other virgin island, a crater
of crystal and gems, a garden of rare flowers,
no prejudice, no discrimination, no external layers
let go to primitive era, pure wilderness!
no envy, no apprehensive, no tension for future,
please come out from the dark caves, sky is clear
let explore the real beauty of life, my heart
desires to fly away, over all- inclusive landscape,
remove the artificial mask, replace the tiredness
today we have been decided to create the
unusual planet of love, no other commitment.
---- SHANTANU SANYAL 16 febbraio 2011
TURNING POINT
the defining moment of life was that
night, we decided to undergo into the
mystified world, from their paths
became more multifarious, clouds burst
the heavy rains had saturated desires!
ambiance of love swapped all taboo,
wet wind terrorized the invisible blaze,
however i reminded consistently, do not
attempt to play with fire, it was void,
the internal rebellion did not heeded,
in the life, unwanted events sometimes
becomes the raison d etre for pain or
enthusiasm, behind the ecstasy, the
soreness is always existed, we never
concern about that, here sixth sense
does not work, submitted our emotion
the dream shrinkages in a way that we
had no more sensitivity for bizarre decision!
the rain had reached to aggressive mood
we had been touched the extreme tip!
from the destination, arrival was not
feasible, the turning point change whole
the life, love has its own planet, full of
blossom, tear droplets, thorns, stones
the only fate decides to receive the dew drops!
---- SHANTANU SANYAL
15 febbraio 2011
THE BLUE MOON
in the dazzling miasma of winter end
far away in the rain forest our love is
grown as bluish-purple wild flower,
near the gigantic flow of the Amazon,
we have written the love script on the
flow, twilights filled the passion mean-
while, macaw feathers had covered
our kisses, hanging creepers bearing
tiny bloom, hidden our body and soul,
we lost our path in the dense forest
the boat is washed away by the tidal
waves, the blue moon is emerged in
above the delta end of Atlantic Ocean,
the divine rays lifted us, we flown
through the clouds of magical planet
embracing to each other in way
we have been reached to seventh sky,
from here we could see the earth
just like a giant colorful bubble, the
river looks like a thin line of origin,
in a mystical night we crossed over the
decade long beautiful life, in these
moments we forgot all the miseries, we
have been created the rarest painting.
---- SHANTANU SANYAL
--Painting by -JONE BINZONELLI
-10 gennaio 2011
DARK AND LIGHT
whimsy of the nirvana brought
me, on the stairs of the Ganges,
before the offering the sacred
flowers, waters, honey, sandal
the flow of river rejected appeal,
they wanted to see my egos,
depth of heart, the life s hidden
diary, the verification of shadow,
the afraid of exposed the body
and mind, i had no explanations,
the lines of forehead is crossed
to each other in a such way that
unwillingly, mission postponed,
far away in the muddy waters,
the sun was sinking or searching
the way to create the morning in
some other planet, Siddhartha and
Sujata both were looking to each
other, i preferred the middle path,
returned back to my beloved world,
as i have to live in my way, loving
to surroundings, it is my paradise,
might be full of miseries, agonies
but ultimate destination is here, only
among the dark and light faces.
---- SHANTANU SANYAL
(Siddharth is name of Buddha and Sujata
is a lady who offered the sweet rice during
end of Buddha s meditation )
painting by - JONE BINZONELLI 25 dicembre 2010 .
THE BEAUTY OF SOUL
reflection of rainbow existed on
the wet surface of delicate heart,
its your veneration to my feelings
or you just get down from the sky
dreams are surfing like the dolphins,
embraced soundlessly from the back
its you or passionate waves to grasp
my silent but impatient heart beatings,
i am standing between the two edges
onside the ocean, another is arms,
i want to scatter all the pleasures, by
the mosaic awesome, the flow of love
the multi colors foams touching my
whole the personality,ocean is touching
the beach disparately,with tidal yearning
in your swayed arms my life becomes
creek covered both sides by blooming
mangroves, wild aquatic rare blossoms,
how to describe the beauty of closeness,
i feel heavenly emotion in your humid
breathing, up down movement of throbbing
our love inhales the divine mystic beams,
in this junction life looks smaller, desires
defied numerous times to ethical masks,
life wants to go back the primitive era,
the strip off the rules, regulations of the
so called civilized society, caged emotion
wants times to exposed the beauty of soul-
-- shantanu sanyal
PICTURE - PAINTING BY JONE BINZONELLI 15 dicembre 2010 .
silence of city
the inner storm had intense
influence, in few seconds the
beautiful planet deserted as
the diamond merchants left
the mines after excavating it,
the rain filled the pit but the
an everlasting silence of city
has left over for ghost tales
it s difficult to joint the broken
heart s world, the seasons had
no times to look after emotions,
somewhere flowers delivered
the colors,fragrance, nectars
internal land of feelings became
infertile, ignored by wet wind,
asked many times to returning
back winds, did you see some
dreams are still inhaling in the
ruined, discarded land of love?
the planet of adoration dried
since a decade, sand has coated
the old city of life, people shifted
to neighboring town, broken door
window less, houses have no more
interest to remember the past,
might be one day ruined would be
renovated by the planting of trees
the world of hear once deserted
couldn t be flourished my friend
it s the tale of delicate relation,
love me beyond the imagination
but never say good bye, if heart
would be break, nothing would
be left, except the depth of crack,
-- shantanu sanyal
picture - painting by jone binzonelli 14 dicembre 2010
