UNDEFINED HORIZON - -

again life is befriended, after 
a long time on the arid 
vale, some thorny
blooms are 
visible, 
everything has its certain - - 
period, after darkness 
the light performs 
its role, torpid
petal gets 
back
reason to smile, do not wrap
the beauty of heart in the 
mist of agony, it's 
not the end of 
earth, 
there's a world beyond the - - 
galaxy too, do not close
the window of hope,
still life desires 
to see the 
dream 
of blooming vista, opening of
delicate emotion, the inner 
beauty of pure heart,
several more, 
undefined
horizon,

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
  

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IN A WINK - -

that was a colorful seduction or 
the diversion of my sight,
whatever was that, 
no doubt it 
stirred 
the life, without you it was so -
desolate, the emotions 
were alike the dried,
barren land of 
ancient 
desert, the unknown pleasure 
influenced the inner layers 
of emotion, after 
meeting with
you, the
image looked just different - - 
mirror was little aghast,
in your love, the 
life became 
more 
beautiful, more attractive with 
multiple reflection, really 
you've changed my 
world in a wink !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


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SEARCH OF GOOD DAY - -

an unfinished song which remains 
silent on the lip edges, some
unexpressed feeling 
exists in the 
depth 
of heart, throughout the lifespan - - 
whom, I've searched, that 
person wasn't far,
rather hidden 
in the 
heart, that's not some special one,
or a beautiful creature, indeed 
that's my conscience,
which knocks
eternally,
brings me below the flyover bridge,
where lesser god's destiny 
sleeps in the roofless 
haven, he calls 
me on 
the so called civilized esplanade - - 
where the childhood is sold in 
some coins, the slogan 
of walls are so 
familiar,
the old colorless wall often laughs 
and says, when good day 
will come, god knows,
perhaps !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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THE INNER EYES - -

do not close the blessed door of 
heart, where exists the real 
divine beauty, the love
beyond all the 
frontiers,
a place where life can see the -
blooming dream, free from 
the shackles of unreal
philosophy, where 
we can feel 
the pain
of other face, simple perception 
which feels the breath of 
aggrieved soul 
beyond 
all boundaries, do not make so 
complicated to god, indeed
that invisible entity is 
existed in every 
one, if 
the 
inner eyes will illuminate with - -
true humanity - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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THE UNTOUCHED TURNING POINT - -

I'm not a lost soul of desolate vale,
or the twilight lamp of unknown 
monastery, I'm still existed
in your breath, realize
it or not, that's 
different,
I've been inhabited in your inner - 
depth since a long time, tho'
you're unaware, actually 
It often happens,
the image 
remains in front us but we couldn't 
recognize that, just our mind 
floats in the cipher of 
man made logic
ring and 
we move from one point to another,
while the inner beauty remains 
abandoned, untouched,

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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FUN OF LIFE - -

sometimes out from dreams, the 
heart desires to go in the 
unleashing nature,
lush green 
hills 
and  undulate lake, indeed, the -
nature is the most generous 
friend, just knows, how 
to share happiness,
sometimes 
in the 
solitude of remote, heart desires
to get lost in the dense mist
of mysterious vale, in 
the dim light of 
early dawn,
the life
wants to keep a drop of dew on the
palm, at least the burning 
destiny lines can 
get relax for 
some 
moments, the journey of life is too
long, tho' we do not know the 
news of next moment,
and that's the 
fun of life !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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YOU'RE NOT ALONE - -

undoubtedly, lots of confusion exist in 
the life, the pain of transactions,
the persona searches 
realism among 
the familiar
and 
estranged faces, some sweet rebuff,
some bitter affinity, however, we 
have to compromise in 
every step, that's 
art of survival,
or the 
compulsion to live, whatever is that - -
the mission shouldn't end, your'e 
not alone in this path, just 
call with deep heart,
I'm sure, the 
caravan
will be one day with you, just keep the 
journey continue - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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SHORT MOMENTS - -

somewhere in the bright nights,
've seen you, alike bunch 
of tuberose, blooming
silently, drenched 
in dew, your 
wet 
emotions were creating the - - 
talismanic passion, on 
those enchanted 
moment of 
life,
the persona experienced the 
undefined pleasure, may 
be those were very 
short moments,
but 
I've lived a prolong life in your 
love - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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THE MIDNIGHT RAIN - -

around me often rotating the 
scented feeling, that's
a mist of your love,
or I'm living in 
the world 
of 
reverie, far and far away in -
tne sandal backwoods,
emerging some 
mysterious 
aroma, 
the
life is toward the unexpected 
rejuvenation, again the 
feelings are getting 
the saffrony 
touch,
perhaps, in the remote vale -
it's rained in the last 
midnight - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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THE ENDLESS EUPHORIA - -

between the evening and morning,
the cycle of dark and light,
performs the role
beautifully,
amid 
the phases of destiny, we often - - 
succeed to survive, the 
turmoil of time had 
its own glamour,
every time 
life,
tried to reach the lost shore, and 
every time it slides away in 
the remote, and this 
monition always
filled the 
zeal !
inside my persona, every time I've 
re prepared for new tour - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
  
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painting by karla nolan 

THE CRYPTO LANE - -

in the clump of dreams, somewhere 
in the mystic land of your love, 
the life often bedazzled,
and forgets the 
easy path,
moves
toward the spiral path of charlatan - - 
on those indulgence moment 
persona desires the 
release from 
all the 
temporal binding, the horse laugh of
destiny makes a pseudo circle 
around us, even willingly 
we can not cross 
the threshold,
tho' it 
looks so attractive, but chained legs
never moves one step, indeed 
it's not so easy to get the 
crypto lane, the charm 
of life is existed 
in the reality
of life.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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THE PERIODIC BEAUTY - -

sometimes, life becomes too 
stuffy, everything looks
stale, colorless, 
gradually 
we 
forget blooming too, but that's 
not the way of survival, 
quite often, I 
have
been cheated by the familiar - 
faces, nevertheless, I've 
not left the belief,  
everybody 
will be 
perfidious, it's not necessary,
sometimes, your faith 
can also change 
the persona,
even 
stone hearted man, can look
with loving glance, in the
world nobody is 
good or 
evil 
from birth, every newborn - - 
baby is just like the 
sprout plant,
free 
from all the man made toxic 
environment, pure and 
innocent, the real 
reflection of 
God, 
but I'm afraid that beauty - - -
exists only in periodic 
bais - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  




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new look 

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IT'S AMAZING - -

it's amazing, after passing -
several monsoon, in 
your eyes, still 
existed a 
thirst 
of century ! your love has - -
the endless passion,
never becomes
pale, alike 
some
divine bloom, it reflects the -
celestial beauty, what's
concealed in your
heart, saying
isn't so 
easy,
but I know, your face is - - -
illuminated by the 
touch of holy
spirit, 
and that's main reason, you 
look so beautiful, cos'
your heart is pure,
and emotion,
alike the 
philosopher's stone, makes 
life meaningful - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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miles 

MOMENTS' OF RESPITE - -

to give the heart few moments' 
respite, an emotion which
can fill the dried oasis 
of life, ever, for a 
day, try to 
live 
for persecuted faces, indeed 
we've lived for ourselves 
a lot, sometimes 
try to muffle
the 
clown's mask, chances of rain 
in the desolate land, that 
never ends, alike 
the dragon 
fly 
let me to emerge from the - - 
chest of mysterious lake, 
the transparent
wings of 
bliss 
alluring me with multipotential 
dreams - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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peace 

PERHAPS - - AT ANOTHER DAY - -

keep in your heart some curiosity,
some ambivalent eagerness,
little mystery brings 
undefined 
beauty 
in life, strong color is needed to 
imbue the inner emotion,
time is required for 
the fixity in 
love, 
otherwise alike the raw dye, the 
attachment will blanch in 
some counting days,
the pale feeling 
will twinge
whole 
the life, do not decide in a hurry,
let spring more bloom, still 
the redolence of your 
amor isn't matured,
just wait for 
some 
times, perhaps we will meet at -
another day !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
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art by Franz-Bischoff 

THE INTERMISSION - -

every breath is thirsty, every persona 
has somewhat search in life, 
you're not out of this 
cosmic world, 
every 
eye looks somewhat dream, it's not -
necessary that all desires will 
reach to reality, my love 
isn't limited to 
somatic 
needs, it goes beyond all definition !
tho' momentary pleasure has 
its own glamour and 
that becomes 
often 
anomy, but that's the naked truth, not 
so easy to cover it with pseudo
ethics, every soul needs 
intermission, may 
be in the 
sky 
or in the depth of someone's chest - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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ON THE ZENITH POINT - -

that's the empty bowl of Socrates,
or the extreme veneration,
in the zenith of the 
passion, love 
becomes 
the 
inverted rainbow, on the altar of - - 
amor, the body remains on 
the earth and soul 
amalgamate
with the 
beloved's indulgence, the cosmos
looks so tiny on those moment,
before the eyes only 
existed the 
image
of lover, whole the world becomes 
insignificant, and the person 
accepts the crystal 
clear venom 
with smile,
looking the rare prismatic aura of
immortality - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Hills, Laura Coombs - Pink Dahlias
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THERE'S SOMETHING - -

yours simply silent smile, eyes 
pour light, somewhere 
the trembling lips 
are hiding the 
delicate 
feelings of the heart, it's not so 
easy to conceal every -
thing, some 
secrets
reveal itself, the face reflects -
the inner emotion, no 
doubt, something
you've lost 
unpriced,
maybe an object or something 
invisible realization, but
it's sure, that in 
your eyes 
there's 
an amazing glow, which wasn't 
before !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  



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THE MOONLIT BLOOM - -

entire night the storm has played 
with my persona, overnight 
the breath kept 
wandering, 
do not 
know, where was the soul and - - 
where was the somatic 
world, that was 
the bed 
of thorns or the bed of petals but
definitely your love created
magic, throughout the 
night, there was 
a sweet 
intoxication in my existence, the 
flight fledgeless ! your 
contiguity melted 
my inner 
sky, long night, drop drop spilled
out the moonlit feeling, drop 
drop, I've been lost in 
your amazing
charm !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 



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THE TRANSPARENCY - -

alike the soft sunlight of early 
morning, your love goes 
through the veins, 
toward the 
life, the 
emotion blooms similar to the 
delicate bougainvillea,
which appears 
without 
any sound amid the trembling 
leaves, in the tired last 
o'clock of night, 
the drop of 
your
eyes converts in the form of -
the mass light of divine 
beauty, brings me 
from darkness
to the 
great illumination, neither sky
is there, nor the canopy 
of stars, in that 
cipher 
land, only existed the purity -
of heart, complete 
transparency !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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freashness 

THE INNER WORLD - -

on the stage of midnight, all the 
masquerade secrets, in 
a stroke became 
evidential,
in fact 
it's not so easy, to get salvation
from the predatory instinct,
sleeping devil or the 
gray conscience,
actually 
entire source of good or bad - - 
originated in our mind,
and who is able 
to control 
the 
negative or positive thought, no
doubt that particular person 
will touch to some 
extent, the 
mystic 
world of divinity, where all pain
and pleasure becomes 
unswayed to the 
persona !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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pink beauty 

THE RUSTED ECHOES - -

that person, who loved me endlessly,
did not take long to change the
color, it's really hard to 
predict, mystery
of season 
and 
floating valley of mist, but that person  
didn't sleep a moment, after 
breaking the delicate 
bridge of feeling, 
I know, the 
remorse
can't
alter the invisible crack of glass, the -
time never waits for anybody,
remains only before eyes 
some empty vases
and dry flowers,
rusted 
echoes, and disorganized realization.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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empty vase 

IT'S TRUE - -

it's true that for your love, the 
life is so short, but it's 
heard that, after 
death even 
soul 
can get the beloved one's -  
address, a belief
which puffs 
life in 
the 
stones, and that myth do not
let me skeptic, hence 
I'm searching in 
every face
your 
face, maybe it's my illusion
or something else but 
nothing is greater
than your 
affinity,
which never dies, exists till - -
the existence of 
cosmos.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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OWN CREATED - -

miles long loneliness, and 
unending darkness, 
sometimes in 
life, the 
option remains very less -
when familiar faces 
behave alike the 
stranger ! on 
the end 
of path, standing persona 
looks back, but that's
too late, It often 
happens, we 
forget to 
live for ourselves, nothing 
exists in hands after
disillusionment,
however 
we've 
to live, as a waif in the - -
own created 
world - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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THE INNOCENT FEELINGS - -

so far in your look existed a strange 
glow, still in your heart, there's 
remained the soft touch 
of my love, the life
is self-evident 
truth,
however, you're still wandering on -
the geometrical path, do not 
search the perfection 
alike the mirror 
image,
it's difficult to get the complete man,
some definitions are not the 
indelible truth, dark and
light remains 
always,
too much grooming will finish the - -
inner naivety, let keep alive
the innocent kid of 
emotion, 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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geometrical beauty 

THE BEAUTY OF LOVE - -

sometimes, floating on the surface 
is better, than going into the 
depths, do not love me 
in a way to lead 
a secret 
life,
let's live among the familiar faces, - 
I'm not so special just a person 
of next door, do not make 
me a case of mystic, 
sometimes it's
better to 
keep 
the relationship on the unleashing 
bond, so there shouldn't me
knots, often, too much 
closeness destroys
the beauty of
love - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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kokoon art 

ENDLESS CONVERSATION - -

the afternoon full of indolent, in
the zenith of summer, do 
not know what's
discussion 
goes 
among the *mynah, continuous 
tweet ! near the cooler 
they often rest, 
and in a
little
sound fly away, the balcony -
becomes safe haven 
for them, often 
heart wants
to know
their
conversation, I know very well,
that's not possible, but 
curiosity remains
as usual in 
the
depth of heart, are they free -
from suffering and pain,
perhaps, they look
dreams too, 
what's
existed in their imagination -
exploring is so difficult,
but any way, they 
keep flying,
in every
condition, extreme summer 
or winter, in torrential
rain, they never 
stop the 
conversation to each other !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
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MORNING ASSEMBLY 

THE INNER RIVER - -

there's a river inside me, which 
flows in the dreary night,
slowly, speechless,
wrapping all
the 
pain of embankment, amid us -
there's a mutual treaty,
I know, your love 
hasn't any
edge,
however, you never allowed me 
to spill out, and often the 
price you've to pay,
amazing is 
your 
veneration, makes me a divine 
beauty from a drop ! the 
silent erosion goes
on, from the 
valley 
to surface, but your existence -
on both sides gives me 
the depth of 
survival,
and 
that's reason, even in the peak 
summer the inner waves 
never stops the 
relentless 
flow.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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NOTHING IS WRONG - -

it wasn't easy to forget someone -
very close, but distances
develops gradually,
without any 
sound 
the 
unseen cracks makes everything
possible, time fills as usual 
all marks of wounds, 
a person learns 
manoeuvre
for 
survival, nothing is wrong, every -
one has birthright to live in 
its own way, and that 
main perception 
revives 
the 
dead self-realization itself, entire 
world, once again looks 
more beautiful than 
ever, full of new
possibility,
the 
life proceeds toward the horizon 
of newly appeared rainbow !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


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