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.

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- 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.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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Pansies in mist