THE TIP OF ARROW - -

Whether, you like it or not, the
time recovers its due, all
precautions remained
in its place but the
destiny has
changed
all the
predictions, the king or beggar
all are same in the vision
of third eye, it existed
in the back stage
with sharp
tip of
arrow, doesn't wait for so called
the catastrophic flow, in a
moment all accounts
become crystal
clear, it's
not so
easy to hide the transparent - -
reflection of life !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

UNDERLINES - -

Whenever the heart is sorrowful
someone surprisingly keeps
the unseen hands on
the shoulder, and
the persona
feels
an emergence emotion, some - -
incomplete dream often
complains to the
last o'clock
of night
alas,
what's so hurry to meet the dawn, 
in the flow of light who cares
about the sinking star,
it's difficult to keep
account all the
story of the
twinkling
space,
it's different realization to know - -
ourselves, whenever we look
the sky with naked eyes,
the morning reflects
with hydrous
aura in
the center of undefined vision with
new underlines - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

EMPTINESS - -

I know, you'll not wait, nobody
waits for a long time, that's
the reality of temporal
world, actually it's
better to return
as soon
as
possible from the past track, -
the life needs always
novation, indeed
there's a lot
reasons
for
lament, but it's difficult to raise
a laugh, the rain shadow
of mountain looks
beautiful from
a distance,
when
someone reaches nearer the
desolate vale, then the
realism revealed the
story of drought
with silence
pain !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ETERNAL ALLEY - -

Tried hard to keep the droplet
of rain in the mist, but
failed as usual,
something
goes
wrong often, the edge moves
away whenever the boat
almost touching the
anchor point,
however,
the
temple's evening prayer never
breaks its routine, that's
your love who brings
me through the
thorny path
towards
the
world of fragrant smoke, often
I forget the unseen pain
of soul - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

IT NEVER COMPLETES - -

All are the game of shadow, some
revealed with full dimension,
some remained occult
and undefined, as
usual someone
knocked
the door, but meeting remained  - -
inconclusive, hidden in the
clouds ! really it was
very difficult to
recognize
that, who was nearer to heart and
who just performed the superb
acting, in the night's back
stage, the mirror of
life said, every
thing in
this world is part of exchange, don't
feel alone yourself, it's the endless
story of life, never completes
in the cycle of day and
night, it moves
everlasting.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

SUNGLASSES - -

Often it happens, in the last o'clock
of night, when the sweet dream
breaks unwilling, and the
persona feels fatigue,
mirror reminds
the reality
of day
break, and we have to chase the life
without delay, in this crowded world,
nobody has the time to look
back, just keep the
sunglasses on
the eyes,
some
familiar faces maybe sting to your - -
soul, that's the realism of our
temporal world, often, the
nearest person impales
the nails in the
coffin of
trust,
however, the caravan of life remains
as usual flow of down stream.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL




 

AFTER A LONG GAP - -

After a long time, the cloud
lashed the city, after so
many days, again
life searches
recency,
some incomplete dreams -
are peeking from the
wet window glass,
again quitted
flower
vase desires adonize, the
emotion is toward the
unleashing flow
of wilderness,
after a
long time again the sky is
desirous to embrace
the smoldering
earth - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 



 

THE LIFE - -

Do not know, what was the reason,
even in the lush rain, the heart
didn't recreate, indeed, in
the life, sometimes
it's hard to over -
come the
pain,
but that bleak moment often draws
a line of hope, the persona
again tries to dissolve
all the remorse in
the mist of
dawn !
and we get the lost staircases of the
river bank, the coin's two phases
never leave accompaniment,
side by side the shadow
and light follow us
throughout the
ages,
willingly or without desire, it's not so
easy to get rid from the trap of
destiny, however, the beauty
of survival is found in
this walkways of
fluctuation,
some
sweet, some sour, this is the fun of
life - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
 

MIDNIGHT BEAUTY - -

Let's scatter the silence of midnight,
some unseen mist is emerging
from the sleepy mountains,
some powdery clouds
are flying on the
poplar top,
the droplets are flowing down on the
window glass, alike the fragrant
breath your love is touching
my soul, somewhere,
the dried up wild
stream is
again returned back the chaotic flow,
you believe or not, again life
feels the tickling of first
love, sometimes
it's really
hard
to express the perception of inner - -
realization - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

FLYING NEWS - -

The night was much smaller than
the sequence of dreams, a
flaring railway station
and hands were
dropped
from someone's hand, when the
train has disappeared in the
remote wilderness, there
wasn't anything
except the
long
silence and rattle of dry leaves - -
scene change does not take
long, again the valley of
flowers calls me with
unduly emotion,
again the life
is chasing
the land
of evergreen rain forest, indeed
the morning brings the flying
news of rain clouds - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE FLOWERING LIANA - -

Ignition of a long seclusion, in
the end the rain became a
little indulgent, that's
the phase of our
life, sometimes
unwanted
shadow
creates monotony, and many
times soul desires a slice
of sunshine, in the
game of hide
and seek,
somewhere, we become the -
part of childish emotion,
and the aspires to
touching the
body
remains as usual eternal, the
love never dies it's existed
in the depth of our
dormant inner
heart as an
ancient
temple of wilderness, it waits -
for generous priest, even
broken statue gives
the birth of new
flowering
liana.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL