Wednesday, 25 January 2017

DWELLING IN THE EROSION - POINT - -

Very far, in the end of vision,
somewhere amid the sky
and earth often your
image appears
with unique
beauty
of
inner reflection, life alters - -
with colorful emotion,
alike the dormant
flow of offshore
river, which
goes in
its
way silently, towards the sea,
do not unfold all the wet
secrets, indeed it's
difficult to get
confidant
of heart
just
keep some beautiful pearls - -
in the edge of your
soulful eyes.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL




Tuesday, 17 January 2017

COZY CORNERS - -

Sometimes, breath and silence of 
river become complement to
each other, the evening
descends slowly on
the stairs of old
desolate
shrine, gradually the sound of bells
extinct in the darkness of banyan
tree, and priest closes the
doors of sanctorum,
alone clay lamp
remains
beneath the basil plant with flicker
of some moments, who knows
all boats of down stream
came back or not,
who keeps all
news about
the next
door, the business of world never -
stops, amid the light and dark
everybody weaves the
silken thread  of
dream, tho'
it's hard
to predict durability, sometimes it's
existed entire night and some -
times it breaks in a moment,
however we never leave
to search the cozy
corner in each
others
chest, and that's the beauty of life.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 

Monday, 16 January 2017

JUST FEEL IT - -

That drop which fell down from
my eyes, didn't get refuge
in your lap otherwise
it would became
the rare pearl
of the
endless effulgent, that's again
the matter of own fortune,
however, every drop
has a life may be
tear or dew,
just feel
for that emotions, which make -
us real human being, if we
can read the definition
of wet eyes - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

Wednesday, 4 January 2017

TOWARDS INFINITY - -

It's true that this world is like a 
colorful water bubble, just
a matter of momentary
pleasure inside the
closed eyes,
when
it opens nothing exists in the -
limit of vision except the
shadow of beautiful
dream, again
our life
has
to compromise with reality of
invincible path, again a
new beginning, again
you're hidden in
the unknown
potential !
and
the journey again proceeds.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

Monday, 2 January 2017

BEFORE THE NIGHT END - -

Ardor to feel the falling sound of
dew drops, in the winter mid -
night, I sat sequestered,
beneath the jasmine
grove, do not
know, how
you've
been
included my breath in your soul,
and my existence became
like subterranean flow
of pathless arid -
land, but my
love gave
you
the endless hydrous emotion, tho'
my destiny is nothing more
than a camphor crystal,
before the night end
it extincted without
leaving any
trace !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL