MIDNIGHT KNOCK - - ( HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL DEAR FRIENDS )

Let remain, some stories beneath
the fog, some emotion untold,
in fact, let remain silent,
certain stinging
realization,
just
now, snow is melting on the tip of
poplar, some unseen dreams
are eager to germinate
beneath the dry
leaves, in
your
arms shrinking the world of milky
way ! just do not break the
circle of beautiful
coziness, the
new year
is on
the door with new hopes, just - -
keep me in your heart before
the trance knock, in this
moment, life doesn't
think the desire
more than
you - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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Dew Drops On Roses

I'M THE SAME PERSON - -

I'm the same person, whom you -
met once, with intriguing
vision, and swapped
some soaked
emotion,
I'm the same untouched notation
which became the melodious
song, once you've touched
it with passionate
fingers, you
may or
may not remember, I'm the same
migratory bird, whose nest
was in your heart,
perhaps, in
your
corner of realization still consisted
some colorful broken feathers
with wet feelings, I'm the
same soul which
is remained
in your
persona alike the hidden fragrance
cell of the dried tuberose.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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THE TWILIGHT MIST - -

Some unknown dreams, again
breathing beneath the mist
of desire, it's now just
the twilight, till the
midnight keep
alive the
longing of century, some buds
of the night queen are still
demure, to open the
door of fragrant
sanctorum,
just keep
the intense passion, secretly in
your heart, let me to prepare
extremely for widespread
melting in your love,
just wait for the
moment of
dew fall,
extreme veneration is required
for complete fusion of
body and soul.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL



 
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'Twilight Mist' by Hong Leung

SPROUTED SPRIG - -

Life is in a continuous flow,
stones of shore, or the
falling pallid leaves,
dream droplet
on tip of
twigs,
always call to the returning
spring, every eyes'
have some
beautiful
vision,
the life is the another name
of cactus bloom, at all
events we've to
smile with
the
deep breath, the season - -
never breaks promise
tho' sometimes
it may be
delayed,
but
never forgets to make the
re-blooming on vast
desolate valleys
of desert
steppe,

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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THE IMAGE - -

The paths are full of thorns so -
what, we can not leave the
campaign, to get the
clue of promise
land, the
continuous walking is the name
of life, nobody waits for the
pessimistic face, just
make the pain
itself a
remedy, nobody has time to - -
translate the meaning of
wet eyes, we have
to create the
meaning
of our
life, sometimes the conscience
becomes the savior itself,
and shows the trail
of destination,
condition
exists
only that we have to self identify.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

   

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Artist Kathy Morton-Stanion

THAT'S ENOUGH - -

Simply let it alive, innocent child
within me, do not show me
the list of desires, let
me to live in my
way, some
fireflies
are my aspire, do not bring me - -
towards the empyrean
beauty, my world
is very simple,
some
glassy pearl or the little drops of
rains, some sour - sweet
memories, some
delicate string
of dreams,
some
real affinity, the deep touch of - -
unconditional love, what's
more is needed in life
than this, perhaps
nothing - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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Daffodils With Flox

THE ADYTUM WITHIN US - -

Within my soul, somewhere exists an
innocent emotion, alas, the whole
world would have the inner
beauty of fragrance
cell, the real
adytum
of
human temple, furnished with pious -
elixir flow, the unseen deity exists
in every face, just try to look
them from the eyes of
conscience, you'll
find nobody
is differ
than
you, same structure of clay which one
day will mix with the soil, everyone's
destination is one, some paths
are foggy and some are
in grip of labyrinth,
but the main
condition
is that
you've to love the path of humanity - -
otherwise so called the paradise
will be several birth away.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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All - Marjorie Best

THE VOICE OF CONSCIENCE - -

 Is it the religion of great philosophy,
after chanting the pious words
of god killing the innocent,
do not know where
gone all the
so called
leaders of humanity, what's that evil
shadow, which wants to swallow
the dreams of beautiful
earth, what's use of
such path for
heaven,
in name of religions brings towards
the venomous trees which only
provides the poisonous
fruit, what's that
heart which
doesn't
melt after looking tears in the eyes
of unfortunate mothers sitting
near the grave with dead
child, is it the world
of human being,
do not know
every
one is silence, but silence is not the
solution, the voice of conscience
shouldn't die - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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LIVE AND LET LIVE TO OTHER - -

The whole universe is alive with love,
live or inanimate, every thing is
needed a touch of affection,
every breath has the
desire to see
the blissful
dawn,
the floating swarm of flamboyant - - -
butterflies, blooming flowers,
and unseen fragrance
with breeze, the
unlimited
circle
of natural beauty, everything has its - 
own beauty, just required to
open the eyes of the
innermost, in
every
face is existed the innocent soul we've
to feel that, we've to love them,
nobody in this world is born
without the pain or
anguish, every
heart is needed the reason to beat for
someone except self, and that's
the emotion of love,which
brings even the
ruthless
persona towards the path of humanity - - 

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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painting by artist Qiang Huang 4

THE MEANINGLESS PARADISE - -

Do not know, what they want to - -
prove, in which, god's
existence, they
have belief,
or just
false self-pride, they're proceeding
towards the premature
cataclysm, do not
know what's
that
misguided ideology which altering
the religion into the venomous
path of felo-de-se, it's
easy to conquer
the piece
of
land but victory on hearts isn't the
child's play, do not know why
so ruthless carnage on
the sand dunes
of ancient
land, the
civilization cries on the innocent - - 
man's tomb, just change all
those doctrines of
out dated, that's
only one
the
real god's religion, which teaches
the humanism beyond all
the ethnic differences,
what's meaning
of such type's
paradise
which
existed on the graves of guiltless -
human being - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 
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FREE FROM ALL THE MYTH - -

When the sky be void, the blooming
dale will be deserted, when the
life will chase the charlatan
shadows, except the
mirage, if you've
nothing, on
those
moment, the unseen love will hold -
your hand, if you believe in
yourself, I'm sure, all
stormy clouds,
unexpected
whirlwind,
will just
pass away without any destruction - -
a person who believes in the
feeling of all wellness,
without any dividing
line, a soul
which
feels the implied meaning of wet eyes,
that soul doesn't need the
salvation, it's free from
all the myth of
heaven
hell !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


  

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painting by artist Qiang Huang

IT'S SURE - -

In desire of handful sunlight
sometimes life becomes
the plants of indoor,
just waits for
reflected
light,
alike the caged bird forgets
aerial path, in fact we
fear about the
rebellion
and
accept the injustice, indeed
we shrink in limited circle,
and become the
creature of
self
centered, somewhere the -
natural instinct of real
humanity dies
before the
birth,
tho' in the own world we get
temporary pleasure, but
the conscience often
admonishes to
our soul,
the
latent deity suddenly wauls
against the cowardliness,
and the life wants
renaissance
against
all
man made philosophies or
all the sweet venomous
doctrines, where
the value of
humanity
exists
on
the margin, and mastermind
becomes the satrap, but
end of sin is certain,
maybe today or
tomorrow, it's
sure - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL   
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art of linda jacobus

THE FIXED MOMENT - -

the silence has its own word,
far away like the dream
of glacier, some
frozen, some
toward
half
melting point, the emotions -
sleep beneath the chest,
the world says, it's
underground
hot stream,
flows
may be toward the autumn's
leaf, nothing is mystery 
in this, every soul 
has to alter 
one day,
it's 
eternal truth of life, the green 
leaf has the fixed days !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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Art : NEW POETIC CREATION, BY MY DAUGHTER NUPUR SANYAL

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FLOWERS OF HOPE - -

The destiny of glass is breakage,
so why regret, it's graph of
life, sometimes you're
on the flash point,
and sometime
I'm out of
your
reach, everything has two facet !
the game of shadow and
light goes in its way,
in the last every
body's
need is not more than two yards'
ground, do not know why
this unextinguished
desire to live in
the crystal
palace,
when entire life, we've searched -
a moment of peace, then
what's fear of death -
knock, which
brings
the ignited life towards the eternal
calmness - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

  

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Heade Martin Johnson 1819-1904.Flowers of Hope

OUT OF DARKNESS - -

Didn't remember me, neither - -
have any news since
the ages, that
person
now
suddenly claims about the deep
affinity, often in life that's
happened, actually
it's very hard
to stand
with
someone on the thorny path - -
indeed the man remains
forever alone since
the birth, it's
different
matter
that we have recited the pledge
for living together the lifetime,
everything has the two
phases, the life
moves on
the line
of perimeter, as usual in its way
with plus minus - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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art by Gary Jenkins

THE INNER GRACE - -

Do not make the preface in affinity,
whenever, you want just meet
me with inner beauty, too
much outspokenness
sometimes spoils
the charm of
meeting,
the
realism of love exists in innermost,
remains silence, untouched
hidden from the world's
eyes, indeed, the
main deity
lives
in the sanctum of pious emotions -
half asleep half-awake, among
the fragrance of all wellness,
not related to the
specific soul,
that's
not the individual's yield, rather, he
loves the whole world with
equal passion, neither
more or not just
less.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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Lars Eje Larsson art 1

PERHAPS SOMEWHERE - -

I know, again you're trying -
to win my trust, or it
can say, just
sowing
the
seeds in the wasteland, you
say or do not say but in
your eyes some
half bloomed
dreams
are
smelling with lost fragrance,
indeed, it's not so easy to
regain the passion of
first love, some
moments
are
alike the scale of trackless -
colorful butterflies, leave
away the beautiful
realization on
the finger
tip !
that's reality of life, a person
only knows the value
of real love when
heart becomes
the empty
box
of fill up the blank, limited - -
option remains in hand
but time doesn't
permit, the
age
passes, continuously just in
thinking, life remains as
usual alike the blank
paper, wordless
and very
moony.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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Lars Eje Larsson's art

TOWARD THE RISE - -

Unexpected nothing, in this juncture,
everybody has his own priority,
it's not necessary that,
you're bound to
wait, in
every turning point for someone, the
another name for life is continuity,
just proceeding toward the
unknown destination,
sometimes alone
and ever
behind the procession, the life is just
the eternal stream, we have to
flow in every condition,
the echoes, often
returned back
from the
abandoned caves, it's not so easy to
live in the desolation, the real
soul stays among the
oppressed and
miserable
persona, the self-salvation becomes
fiddling object on that illuminated
diversion, during such time
the real human forgets
the self pain, and
that's the rise
of divinity.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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Pansies in mist

NO BAILSMAN - -

You've joined with me, somewhere
in this way, that life is nothing
without you, however
the reality has
its own
compulsions, not so easy to live in
dreams, but a realization that
you're existed nearer
to my heart,
always
emphasized to proceed toward the
unseen world, the life has the
eternal truth of victory
and defeat,
nobody
is liberated from that phases, and -
that's beauty of life, there's
no such bailsman to 
assure, the sky 
will never
change 
the
color !destiny or nature both are - - 
difficile, do not care anybody,
 
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 
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zhao zhiqiang watercolor

THE EXIT POINT - -

It was a dream or the maze of - -
awakened eyes, extensive
sea before the thirsty
persona, but
as usual
the
life remains void, perhaps we've
desired more than allot, in
proximity or from the
distance, all faces
surrounded
me whole
the
life, nevertheless I've remained -
isolated even in the crowd,
your love sometimes
appeared alike
the strange
aura
and many times you have looked
just very alien, unrecognized,
indeed, in the depth of
ocean, often it's
hard to get
the
exit point, the body just floats in - -
mercy of waves !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 
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white_tulips

A LITTLE MORE - -

Nothing is regret, in this moment,
only the dream is broken,
otherwise everything
is in its place, the
sky, the moon,
of course,
the
moonlit tuberose, all were so -
vibrant, that's sprinkle of
your love or still
emerging
the
wild aroma from the soul, do not
know, what was that feeling
which affixed to heart
alike the anther
dust, the
inner
emotion is still soaked, tho' the -
dawn has the different
story of realism but
heart desire
a little
more hang over, do not move the
drapery in this moment - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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THE VISION OF PIERCE - -

Any mask, could not change the -
inner voice, invisible eyes see
everything, you can not
change the final
judgement
with the
art of manipulation, every moment
is accounted by that hidden
entity, you believe it or
not, that's your own
perception, but
something
exists
all the times in the backstage of - -
persona, you've do anything,
it's not easy to escape
from the vision of
pierce, it
penetrates all the man made veils.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
  

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