SOMETHING ELSE - -

That beauty has its own
inner aroma which
doesn't make
the line of
division,
that's remained unseen -
but mobilizes the
quenchless
soul, in
his way, that's matter of
faith, if you believe
then, it's gold,
otherwise
only the
soil, indeed, it's existed -
in every breath, again
question arises for
verification, but
many riddles
remain
as usual unsolved, the
scattering mist has
its own beauty,
maybe it's
called
the mysterious deity or
something else - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

REALIZATION - -

Nothing is changed tho' time
has its own velocity, the
seasons have been
changed sides,
but emotion
remained
in its
place as usual, you're still in
the depth of conscience,
that's the matter of
realization more
deeper than
ocean,
the reflection often floats in -
the heart, and the affinity
reveals from the eyes,
sometimes in form
of tear drops
and
sometimes it spills in form of
blessed luminosity, nothing
is changed tho' time
has its own
velocity,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

NO OPTION - -

At what point, you -
were standing,
believe me,
I have
searched you in
every corner,
anyway,
again
it's all the phase of
destiny, many
times we've
no option,
and
train lefts the
platform, in the remote
remains the continued
numbness, emaciated
echoes, and some
sound of
shattering glass,
however, the
life has
to
come back as usual on
the hilly track - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

INTROVERSIVE FLOW - -

A quiet river, such as missing in
itself, many secrets hidden
in the chest, it flows
or paused, hard
to say -
in the fog of unsolved riddles of
your love, I'm still searching
the way of ultimate
peace, tho'
all the
path of salvation are originated
from your mysterious eye,
however, the people
remain lifelong in
uncertainty,
indeed
the thirst become more longer -
then the life - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

OFFERING - -

The light from the gorgeous
arch of your heart, again
penetrates into my
conscience,
again
life is flurried to touch your -
love, perhaps one day
I'll get liberation
from the all
birth's
fascination, do not know the
method of worship, my
veneration is just
unknown from
all the man
made
priesthood, it only knows to
offer the soulful flower - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

FLAMING BOUNDARIES - -

The fest of illumination created
the illusion in this way, that
we have forgotten the
truth of darkness,
but after the
night
there's always the existence of
morning, and that belief
never made me sad,
some beautiful
moments
in your
vicinity created undefined bliss,
tho' everything has its own
age but, somewhere
the pure love
crosses
all the exceptions, the flaming -
boundaries look it with
surprise - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

JOURNEY OF DREAMS - -

In this silent dark night, let -
a lamp lit, in the depth
of emotion, tho' I
know, the
storm
has its own free will, doesn't
care anyone, however,
do not stop the
journey of
dreams,
as far as the eyes can look,
there's nothing except 
your existence,
dipped in
the
aroma of nocturnal flowers -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

LOST IN MYSTIC DARKNESS - -

As usual the window of emotion
was opened whole night,
the over night the
dew drops
were
falling down silently, nobody has
seen the pain of jasmine,
drop by drop it has
squandered the
aroma of
heart,
that's the tale of hidden midnight
nobody has felt the unfulfilled
desire of earthen lamp,
the unsung cloister
of remote and
my love
remained stranger as usual to - -
each other, alike the scream
of wounded antelope, it's
floating forever, but
couldn't realized
by anyone
that !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 

BLESSED TOUCH - -

Do not know, in which side
the moon is risen, I do
not remember
anything
in this
infatuation, there's a dream
land before the eyes
and I'm walking
with stagger
step, do
not know, where's existed -
the destination, in your
love, I'm liberated
from all the
cosmic
world, in the mystic fog I'm
searching your life giving
touch - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

RE - BLOOMING DESIRE - -

Sometimes in life, some strangeness
is necessary too, monochromatic
attitude brings gloominess,
hence do not hesitate
to adapt the bliss,
even in the
thorny
groves, the pleasant morning appears
often, after the night of broken
dreams, I'm still optimistic
to get a glimpse of
golden skyline,
tho' the
delicate petals have been fallen down
several times, before the night
end, however my emotion
never accepted the
defeat, the
desire
of re-blooming never dies - -  it grows
in multiple way - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
  

 

DROPS OF LIGHT - -

In search of recency, often the
life wanders in the path of
mirage, even knowing
that this isn't more
than the self
deceit,
however, the desire remains - -
incomprehensible, and it
chases non-stop the
shadow of dream,
the body
sprawls on the floor, sentience
becomes zero, the soul
moves towards the
clouds of mist,
in that
dim path we often search the -
drops of light - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

INVISIBLE LINE - -

Just leave the glim of
memories with me,
nobody knows
where, the
evening
will be
under the shadow of
night, the life has
its own abacus
of moment,
ever in
the leisure you can -
calculate them
one by one,
but the
charm
of lost moments you
couldn't get back,
you can touch
them by
eyes
but, you can not feel
them, there will be
a fine streak
amid the
reality
and dream forever - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

FROM THE BACK STAGE - -

The game of shadow and light
goes on as usual in the
stage of life, among
the colorful
curtains,
some shimmering moment of
delicate emotion reminds
the charm of survival,
from the back
stage
your love often calls me again
and again, my existence
gets always some
new faces and
I forget
often the sorrow and pain of -
life - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

RETURN TO ORIGIN - -

I've searched you everywhere,
in the crowds of metropolis,
in the peace of remote
monasteries, or in
the evening
prayer
of so called divine river, do not
know why, always, the soul
has returned with empty
hands, I couldn't get
you address in
the mystical
paean
of nomadic dervish, except the
silence there wasn't anything
at the extent of my vision,
someone emerged
in the mist of
mirage and
said
" whom you're searching that's
hidden in your conscience
just try to find it, as the
form of condensed
love for whole
the world "
it should be melt for all welfare.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

MUTUAL ALLIANCE - -

What's the difference, that the
gathering of stars have
forgotten me, I'm
still happy in
my world,
the mirror isn't disloyal to me -
the life has its own beauty
sometimes, it's black
and white and
sometimes
more
than multicolored, transaction
is the truth of life, whatever
I've received maybe
that was fixed,
the aspire
more
than need, only brings the off -
season rain and endless
remorse, between me
and the mirror
nothing is
secret,
just, we've the mutual alliance.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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SUBMERGENCE - -

Nothing remained hidden, when
the eyes unfolded all the
secrets, you've been
dissolved in the
depth of
soul
something like this, that all the -
fragrance of flowers became
uninspiring, I've been
extincted in your
persona and
forgot
all the beauty of cosmic world !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 

SILVER LINES - -

Some floating imagery often - -
makes us upset, and the
mirror asks questions,
tho' all accounts
will remain
here
still, do not know why we run
in the mist of desire, the
swinging spider web,
and shimmering
dew, amid
them, I
often
search you, even knowing that
every dream never converts
to reality, however, the
eyes never stops
to see the
dream,
and this realization refreshes -
the persona, some unseen
silver lines often make
me optimistic - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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SOFT DRIFT - -
The night is passed as the
unfinished poetry, the
dawn has its own
demand for
bloom
with complete obsession !
In your sleepless eyes
still, there are so
many untold
stories,
believe me, still, in your - -
breath there's enfolded
some mysterious
somatic scent,
still you're
in the
world of dream, undefined
beauty of love is existed
in your soft emotion,
you're floating
in the flow
of some divine fragrance !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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SELF-RISE - -

Do not know what is in that
silent call, without knock
it reaches into the
adytum of
heart,
there's nothing any miracle
in that perception when
a person feels the
affinity after
looking
a distressed man, actually -
our life becomes itself
blessed in that
moment,
the emotion moves toward
the compassion path,
all condensed
gloom
slowly disappear, gradually
life feels extraordinary
peace and real
meaning of
survival,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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DO NOT FORGET - -

Somewhere in the fragmented
dream of night - end, I've
seen you, dipped in
droplets of dew,
again you're
crimping
the scattered emotion, on the -
threshold another day is
knocking with some
different aroma,
all the night
bloom
have fallen down from the twig,
that's the rule of nature,
again on the flyover,
vehicles are in
rapid speed,
the life
never stops, just change the - -
page of calendar and of
course ! do not forget
to decorate the
empty vase.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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In my vision's frame, I'm still
somewhere alone, tho' the 
time has left the several
impression, indeed
in the canvas 
of life, it's 
not 
necessary that every angle -
will be colorful - -

- Shantanu Sanyal

IN THE CHEST OF FLINT - -

Some flashing light some darkness,
the life moves as usual on the
path of uncertainty, a little
bit closeness a little
bit fatality, who
knows,
what's hidden in the cave of destiny,
sometimes, in remote wallop
sometimes, without
clouds heavy
rains, the
mood
of nature similar to anchorite, never
stays in one place, in the morning
somewhere on the river bed
and, in the end of day
he exists near
the bonfire
in the
dense mysterious forest, however
in every condition it remains
in the chest of flint - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 

CONTINUOUS FLOW - -

Life is constantly flowing stream,
sometimes from underground -
and many times piercing
the rocks, it makes
the path, from
hills to
the flush land, it moves in helical
ways, the seeds of dream
waits often near the
embankment,
some get
the blessing of soft sun rays and
some get dry before reaching
to maturity, however the
continuation of life
remains as
usual
unaffected, moves towards the - -
confluence point of ocean,
without any regret and
certainly it makes
some green
territories
too - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL