THE REFLUENCE FLOW - -

 it's so tough to break all the bonds,
even, the soul becomes
recluse but heart
remains
too
much possessive, all the path of -
salvation becomes very
narrower, indeed
the life has
its own
way
of psychology, wants to live up to
last drop, despite knowing
the truth of affection,
it never leaves
the hope,
and
that's reason a person endures - -
all the disregards from the
familiar close faces,
that's restraints
or that so
called
sacrifice, but he compromises all
override with smiling face !
indeed, the liquidity
is the other
name
of love, flowing always toward the
refluence way - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


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depth of darkness

LAST EVENING - -

definitely, we met last evening, of
course, there was a little
apathia amid us,
an unseen
space,
or the muffled knock of midnight
storm, tho' I've touched your
delicate fingers, but 
the despair was
obvious in
your
pale face, do not know, why you
had the mysterious smile,
as the deep maroon
rose looks just
black
shadow, I've tried to know the - -
secret of flickering drops,
which appeared on
your forehead,
but failed,
amid
the sweat and dew drops, I think
the difference exists in the
question mark - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 
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evening

OUT OF THE RESERVOIR - -

do not ask me again the reason
behind the wound of finger
tip, that's the silent 
punishment,
just
given by the so called innocent -
rose ! you can not escape
from my fibrils of heart,
maybe, delicate
emotion
but
attached deeply, a perception of
pisces out of water, do not
play with the flaming
desire, it burns
beyond
the
endless sky, infinite combustion.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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Floral

PASSED MOMENTS - -

which have passed with you, those
moments had bountiful life,
again heart desires
to get some
excuses,
the
causeless meeting, or an unwanted
confrontation, some clamorous
environs, indeed the real
bliss in life is found
somewhere in
the sweet
strife,
too much sweetness is not so good -
makes the life dull very quickly,
there should be some
more space in
the disc
of life,
some undefined love just keep in the
heart with compressed way, do
not reveal the core secret,
so far spring is not
matured - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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Painting by Meltem Kilic

ONCOMING MOMENT - -

I've added pieces of dreams, the
pain became itself medicine,
whatever was the reason
regarding the sudden
disappearance of
bliss, never
cared,
the life is alike the palace of glass,
ever the multidimensional, and
sometimes the pile of
pieces ! but at
every step,
I loved
you with emerged way, nothing is
regret, gain and lose are
the eternal phase of
life, hence just
forget - -
every oncoming moment is the - -
most significant, which is
lost into the fog of past,
what's meaning to
recall that - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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art by lutz baar.jpg 1

ABOVE THE DARKNESS - -

today's morning smiled again,
it's raining, wet flowers,
leaves flowed,
birds are
in
search of safe haven, near the
window edge, on the
threshold again
someone
kept
some bunch of anonymous - -
bloom, I think, you still
remember me,
that's
amazing ! tho' in the mirror's - -
memory, I'm no more,
that's natural,
nobody
can
love forever, just little twinge is
remained in your heart,
and that so called
affection, do
not let
you completely release from my
existence - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
 
 
 
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art by lisa gloria.jpg

SOME SCOPE - -

there should be some scope for
rejoin, after the break up,
do not create the
destination
out of
reach, everything isn't feasible -
to get in the life, some
desires' destiny is
the morning
dream,
after opening the eyelashes, the
illustration of morning was
more crystal clear,
still your breath
is affixed
with
my soul, while, life has tried to - -
forget lots of thing, do not
know, what's that, love
or regret, which
wasn't so
easy
to forget, chased the persona as - -
usual, lifetime without any
tiredness - - 

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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art by geri-acosta

THE UNKNOWN TRAP - -

an innocent question is thy face - -
that, in low moods too, you're
around me, tho' heartless
fate, in any case
charges
a price, nobody can escape from
the trap of destiny, even
knowing that, the
world is on
the pile
of
gunpowder, however the endless
amour doesn't permit me to
breath a moment
without you,
that's
the
extreme veneration or infinite love,
I do not know, but persona
remains all the time
in grip of your
illusion
day
and night someone exists in my - -
inner world !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 
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art by lutz baar

REMOTE VISION - -

very thin streak was on the horizon
or my vision couldn't reach to
get your reflection, indeed
it's tough to put life
into the stone -
rilievo,
the familiar priest worshiped with -
unalloyed ritual entire life,
however the deity
remained as
usual
eternal silent, flower, incense and
reverence couldn't change
the rule of destiny,
actually more
vital is
becoming the true human being !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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flowers-again-lutz-baar

THE ETERNAL COMBUSTION - -

ever since, it realized that you've
been involved in my life, the
persona feels just floating
in the sky, wingless
flight ! a strange
stir is in the
body -
and mind, nowadays there's no -
control on emotions, every
thing looks beautiful,
as emerging
from the
dream,
such as dipped in seven colors !
tho' the path of love is full of
difficulties, yet, that
ablaze path
has its
own
glamor, that eternal combustion
makes the life more evincive,
more charming - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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lotus beauty

THE MISSING PATH - -

 that was a love or something else
as a newly built luxury apartment
swinging stairway, beds of
flowers peeking out
from windows,
in swaying
curtain
appeared the game of sun and -
shade, everything was there
but it wasn't ventilated,
a strange stuffiness
was existed
among
the four walls, tho' from pinnacle -
the city looks so beautiful but
something wasn't amid
us, and that missing
link didn't let
me to
sleep a moment, although clouds
touched several times to the
dreamy atrium but real
rain always missed
the path of
melt !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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window-with-flowers-antonietta-varallo

SOME HALTED MOMENT - -

that rudeness wasn't new, many
times in life, it happens, we
haven't control on the
time, it plays on
the fingers
of
destiny, several times we keep
the glass vase on the safe
place, a little flick, but
breaks the dreamy
blossom, the
life has
its
own compulsion, some stories
never be expressed, it
remained beneath
the chest. just
shrouded
by the
mist,
some mystique language exists
in the depth of eyes as the
unresolved scripts of
bygone era !
toward the
extinct.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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blue bird acrylic painting on wood mantel craft berrybush

TOXIN - FREE - -

where I'm tired, I'm ready to face
another deception of life,
in your quiver, how
many arrows
are left,
I do not know, but I've been toxin
free since a long time, the
chest became numb,
the eyes are the
arid land of
equator,
you know, when pain reaches to
extreme point, it becomes
itself a remedy, the
barren blooms
know how
to smile in the thorny grove, do -
not under estimate anybody,
nobody knows, the
inscription of
forehead,
all days are not equal, perhaps - -
some beautiful moments
are waiting in the
backstage,
the
show of life is still continued, just
patience is required - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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art by Johanna Bohoy

IN A GLANCE - -

just look a glance, somewhere
around you, inhabited the
world of pleasure, in
the lap of nature,
whom, you're
searching
since
a prolong time, alas ! that was
hidden in you conscience,
often it happens, the
the scene of
remote
looks
so attractive, but reality reveals
just different, sometimes
we do not care the
affection of
someone
and
sometimes, we've to search - -
the same person whom
we've rejected, that's
the unsolved
riddles
of
life, tho' makes us upset these
emotions, but the tour never
stops, whether someone
walks together or
not, the life
has its
own
commitment, moves as usual.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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scattered emotion

AFTER THE TORRENTIAL RAIN - -

at last, that reeky rain also left
the environs, as usual,
then invoked the
combustion
of loneliness, maybe in your -
window, still clouds are
touching the glass
surface, in
your
restless breath, perhaps, few
droplet of fragrant love is
existed, do you still
thinking for me,
or the
realization became wet floral
vase ! I know very well,
you're so bashful,
as the closed
petals of
rose,
just keeping hidden aroma in
the heart, frightened by the
soft rays of the sun,
but the natural
emotion
are
the by birth unclouded, it's so
hard to keep them under
the fog - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL



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art by nancy franke 1

INVISIBLE STING - -

you do not know the depth of my
love, just simply assumed it,
touched on the paused
surface, played
with flying
smoke,
still
you do not know the fun of nyxis,
in your limited vision existed
the somatic pleasure,
my realization
has no
boundary, it goes beyond all the
definition, even the extinction
it does not stop to get
rebirth in your
heart,
I'm the maverick fragrance, I've
not permanent shelter,
nevertheless,  I'm
always in your
inner
world, you feel it or not, but it's -
true - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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flower lillies

THE ALIVE THIRST - -

 do not try to touch me, just keep
the alive thirst in your eyes,
in the depth of vision is
found the authentic
beauty, just
keep
the purity in your heart, do not - -
try to cage me in your
delicate emotion,
releasing
time
becomes so painful, just love me
as the raw threads, which
can break easily, do
not try to make
the love so
mazy !
real beauty is always existed in
the depth of simplicity - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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rose bud

THE MATTER OF DESTINY - -

nothing special to say, life -
is moving on its own
pace, that's
same,
breakage and weir's game,
some mellow pain in
the chest, some
eyes' sore,
or the
excuse to hide the emotion,
whatever, amid the two
points of joy and
sorrow, the
life
goes in its way, your love - -
is precious ring, even
lost of gem, it
reflects
with
eternal glow, you believe it
or not, it's true that the
true love never
dies, it
often
revives with new color and -
appearance, a delicate
but trustworthy bridge
is existed amid
us, and
that's
the ray of hope, which often
creates the meaning
of survival, the
peace of
mind
inhabited not on the bed of
roses, it searches
continuously
to love
unconditional, that's matter -
of destiny, that how
many reached
to the goal.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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art by zacartisty

ABSTRUSE LANGUAGE - -

anything can happen, that's
abstruse language of
eyes, life exists
on the tip of
sword,
the profundity is so much - -
that it's not easy to get
the essence, in
some
moment, more proximity is
needed in love, tho' it's
so hard, to read
the sound of
heartbeat,
just - -
touching the edge of silent
river, which flows toward
the path of estuary,
unpredicted,
and
unbounded, carrying the - -
paused storm in the
depth of chest,
undefined
that
mysterious flow has many
faces, curse or boon !
remains in the
hands of
fate,
nobody has control on the
games of destiny, it's
eternal flow, nobody
has authority to
buoy it - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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heart creeper
 

IMMORTAL HOPE - -

I've broken several times, shattered
too badly, but not over, do not
know what's that spur
mysterious, which
every time
rescues
me
before sinking into the world of dust,
every morning, rain clouds on
routine way, emerged
in the north east
sky, tho' very
rare it
touched the earth surface, however -
the life never became the land
of acacia, aspire to get
wet never died, and
that's reason
in extreme
pain
too, life smiles with floral inspiration.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
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The_green_leaves_of_Hope

BENEATH THE MIST - -

 very quiet was the moment, amid us
the gap of centuries, in a flash
became just outspoken,
often it happens,
unpredicted
meeting
with
someone, very close to heart but - -
far away from the life, you
know, it writes some
unexpected
poetry,
tho'
that expression remains tacit but it
says a lot from the depth of
heart, indeed the face
becomes mirror
many times,
without
any
physical change, but reflects into - -
the eyes of others, it's not so
easy, to keep everything
beneath the mist of
emotion - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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somewhere in mist 

THE BLOOMING MOMENTS - -

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,
amid
the lips and the beaker, unseen
distance always remains,
dreams and reality
walks together,
two parallel
lines go far away, somewhere -
meet to each other maybe
by mistake, emotions
placed on the
thorny
paths, love is originated from - -
you, 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 myself in your
persona - -

- - SHANTANU SANYAL 

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Bougainvillea blossoms - by Vitaly Makarov

JUST WAIT FOR SOME OTHER DAY - -

 preserve the emotion in the
eternal heart, in the
secret corner
as an
hidden jewel, premature - -
relation required the
more space
do not
say
me now, I love you, southern
winds are volatile, the
Bedouin gray clouds
are flying on
the blues,
frenzy
thoughts
roaming and roaming, the - -
aimless destination !
waves of liberation
wants to break
the barrier,
two
hands wants to get the whole
sky, restless energy
searches new
direction,
on the
mysterious horizon, wait for
some other day, some -
where, very near
the rainbow,
touching
the
rain clouds, springs would - -
erupt on the deserted
barren land
sprouting
thorns
never save the roses, just wait
please, let me to go
beyond the
dreams
on the
land of reality trust me, for - -
some other day.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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art by jacqueline gnott.jpg

OUT OF DARKNESS - -

even after gaining too much, that 
person of next door was very 
depressed, indeed the 
desire makes us 
impassive,
from 
that point, the self immolation - -
invisibly begins, actually 
we forget, that a
superfluous
desire 
brings the entire persona toward 
the endless darkness, the 
thirst becomes the 
chest of desert,
always 
wants to ingest the whole cloudy 
sky, but often failure remains
in hand, dreaming is 
the most part 
of life !
even after repeatedly break I do 
not leave to dream, I do not 
like the stagnant life,
there should be 
eternal flow 
in the 
life, continuous flow towards the 
new skyline - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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flower in different mood 

ACROSS THE WINDOW - -

the pleasant morning was hidden 
in the heart, whole the life, 
whom I've searched 
from one place
to another,
many 
time it happens, beautiful scene 
exists vis-a-vis but we forget 
to open the window of
conscience, the
life wanders 
behind 
the 
shadow of mirage, even knowing 
that the divagation brings the 
persona toward the 
unknown skyline,
the drops of 
desire 
makes life so vulnerable and we
get unintentional injury - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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art by linda jacobus 1

FRAGRANT NIGHT - -

entire night in the backyard, the 
bunch of lilac scattered the 
passionate wild aroma,
whole night, the 
body and 
soul 
were dominated by someone - -
overnight, the moon has 
tried to emerge from 
the dense 
cloud,
a sort of dilemma remained in 
the persona after meeting 
you, that's love 
transient
or the
eternal bond of souls, I do not 
know, entire night, I felt 
your presence in 
my inner 
sense,

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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art by linda jacobus 

PERHAPS, YOU KNOW - -

maybe you have never heard -
or do not know the pain 
of sky, the desire 
of endless 
rain,
ever try to alter the persona - -
with smoldering desert,
or make yourself 
the scattering
cloud of 
rain,
it's too difficult to walk on the
path of messianic, at 
least try to favor 
the justice,
the 
universal truth, which is found
in everybody, maybe 
you'll be succeed,
to pitch the 
flag 
of your so called the great - - 
god, after killing the 
innocent, but 
I'm sure,
the curse of mass, disarmed 
soul will finish, your the 
world winning desire,  
Pharaoh to the 
great 
Alexander, everybody has to
mix with the clay one day, 
perhaps you know 
that very 
well.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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poetic creation 

THE INNER SENSE - -

every darkness has its own hidden 
secret, some pleasant moment, 
some thirst unquenched, 
some touch unfelt,
however, life 
gradually 
learns 
to live with arid emotion, closeness
fills the gap between the breath, 
and a person forgets the 
alphabets, indeed 
the heart beat 
becomes 
the 
language amid the smoldering soul,
nothing remains mystery, when 
the inner eyes open with 
miraculous sense, 
in the dense 
darkness 
the 
persona can look the beauty of the -
seventh sky - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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art by daniel edmonds 

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poppy-flower by sara-meamarzadeh

THE INFINITE TRUTH - -

in your heart beat, still existed  
the fragrance of my love, 
isn't amazing, tho' 
I'm not in the 
touching 
circle 
of your eyes, in your emotion 
still inhabited the world 
of passion, isn't
bewitching,
while 
I'm not in before your, but still 
you feel the breath alien,
often I think, what's 
reason, many 
decades
have
been passed but you couldn't
forget me, in your immortal 
soul my love became 
the evergreen 
flower !
for eternal veneration beyond
the infinite truth - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL   
pearl rose
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WET DREAM OF LAST O' CLOCK - -

before, the break of a dream in -
last o'clock, I've woken up,
indeed, some dreams 
are very near to 
our heart, 
and 
a person does not want to lose 
it, but you know, dreams 
are only dreams, 
aglimmer
wing 
of fickle butterfly, there shouldn't
be regret to break, that's a 
part of life, whatever 
remains on the 
palm that's
special,
it maybe a droplet of dew or a 
piece of morning ray, we 
should know the 
art of ever -
green 
smile, and nature teaches that 
beautifully - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


   

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flower pot