THE DRIED EDGE - -

Until now, somewhere in the -
backwoods, still there is
the shrinking stream
of mountains, as
usual fighting
with the
seasonal changes and flowing
towards the ocean-going
river, indeed, keep
walking is the
gist of life,
winter
sunlight has its own glamour - -
soft sun rays create some
special effect of tepid
cognition, perhaps
somewhere the
affinity also
exists
in our heart, tho' the mirror has
its own saga, however the
emotions flow to touch
the withered edge
of your
love - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

MIDNIGHT MIST - -

In the midnight mist when the
blue mountains sink into
the bottomless depth,
you often adorn
the dream of
new breath,
the life
looks more beautiful than ever,
tho' all the familiar faces had
their own priority list, so
gradually, we have
left the waiting,
and turned
the eyes
towards the inner world of own
emotion, a process to self
exploration is really the
best way to finding
back the lost
persona,
- -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

SOMATIC FRAME - -

 When the forworn sun of winter
sinks in the river estuary, the
silence of darkness gets
back some untold
story, amid us
there is
still
some unsolved crossword, tho'
centuries have been passed
but the graph of emotion
remained in its place,
where not I've
searched
you,
while your permanent shelter - -
was in my heart, some
quest has its own
relish, like a
cluster
of
cestrum nocturnum, along with
the night the fragrance brings
the soul towards the new
horizon of ecstasy, and
the somatic frame
remains on
the earth
just
like a floating island of firefly - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

UNSEEN CHORTLE - -

 Nothing was impossible, it's
different matter that we
haven't tried to get
the desired
point !
everything is available here,
amid the dream and
reality there's
needed
the
willpower, however destiny -
has it's own secret role,
sometimes a person
sinks in the knee
deep water,
and
the midstream chortles from
unseen distance - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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THE EMPTINESS - -

Like a subterranean flow, -
the emotions remained
invisible, silent, but
kept the moment
alive, often
we have
kept
the friendship with solitude,
the hollowness of so -
called affinity often
pricks with the
unseen tip,
however
the
life gradually becomes the
habitual of the sting, amid
the rose and thorns
there's existed
dream of
dawn
and we wait for the bright -
skyline, really it's very
difficult to get the
release from
the desire
of the
next
moment, tho' nobody has
the exact prediction for
the next moment - -,
just floating in
the endless
sky path.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

BEFORE THE DAYBREAK - -

Some emotions are desperate, open
wings before the maturity, some
relations often suffocate
before the midnight's
intensity, every
thing isn't
in our
hand, the nocturnal flowers have their
own natural compulsion, do not
open the fragrance cells
earlier the falling of
dew drops, just
wait some
dreams
are
still beneath the velvety perception - - -
it will be intensified gradually
perhaps before the day -
break - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

PERHAPS ONE DAY - -

The rain wasn't less last night,
despite that, do not know
from where the mystic
smoke has risen,
and the sky
became
the
rustic arcade, indeed some - -
shadows never leave the
persona, and we are
forced to live a
dual life, tho'
there isn't
lesser
options for the smile, however
the horizon of hope always
allures with innovative
dreams, we keep
the door open
as usual
maybe
one
day blooming season will come
back - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

SOULFUL DESIRE - -

Do not know what is your claim,
in this moment everything is
fair, some relationships
have its own beauty,
remains hidden
in the mist
of affinity,
with
passing time it gets thicker and
captures the soul without
prior notice, in life there
seems to be an
addiction of
someone's
love,
and persona becomes blooming
flower of soft sunshine, the
strange titillation makes
life more beautiful,
more soulful,

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

IN THE DEPTH OF COGNITION - -

Some dreams have slept on the
coping of the roof, some 
ebullience of night
blooms are still
fresh in the
depth
of the soul, do not know, who is -
kept a bunch of ambrosial 
flower on the threshold,
inner feeling looks
more fragrant,
more lively,
dawn
looks brighter than ever,  - - - - - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE THIN STREAK - -

So far, I'm not tired, the endless -
quest brings the persona
from darkness to the
hidden light of
the mystic
horizon,
the
beauty of night has its own rare
glamour, a person can see
the naked truth of life,
the differences
between
the
somatic circle and the reality of
shadows, indeed, every one
in this world has two
faces, dark and
light, now it
depends
how
these phases dominate the life,
inborn nobody is the monk
or vermin, often the
circumstances
makes the
life good
or bad,

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 





 

TILL THE LAST BREATH - -

Do not know in which turn they
have twisted their move,
like the seasonal
clouds, again
the sky
of
life looking a little bit lost in its -
blueness, anyway the
season has its own
compulsion, and
familiar faces
aren't out
of this
world, so just assimilation is the
only option whatever is the
mood of surrounded
affinity, indeed
every desire
isn't the
final
destination, the life has to make
sand castles again and
again - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE GAME OF WAVES - -

Today, when I looked back
towards the path of
decades believe
me you're
still
smiling with the evergreen
emotion, tho' I know
the darkness
wasn't so
joyful
however, that's the beauty
of life, sometimes a
lot without effort
and many
times
just empty lap, but the tour
of breath remained as
usual in its graphic
way sometimes
suffocation
on the
axis
and sometimes wingless - -
flight beyond the apex,
that's the life just
the game of
waves.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 



 

MELTING DROPLETS - -

Beyond the window panes, the -
endless vision goes in the
far flung horizons, some
unexplored path of
wilderness but
the inner
world
of
the life often remains just ignored,
as the blooming dales of the
undiscovered forest, your
amour has a rare
glamour which
brings the
persona
toward
the
mystic impulsion of resurgence - -
the emotions often become
the path of the galaxy
which glares with
amazing beauty, 
the drop lets
of the
window panes melt gradually and
the morning looks more
beautiful ever - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL



 

ALIVE FROM INSIDE - - -

Do not lose hope, the world is
circular, somewhere we
will meet again one
day, this isn't the
last halt, we
have to
go
beyond the undefined skyline,
tho' the past moments
have tormented a
lot, but the
craze
of
travel never be discouraged - -
and that's why the desire
of reunion remained as
the amaranthine
flower of pure
emotion
tho'
life has faced many seasons of
scorching sun, but the wet
emotion remained as
usual hydrous
and alive
from
inside, and that's the reason - -
of the evergreen smile - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE HANDFUL OF LIGHT - -

Some newness, some unleashed flight
is necessary for the life, the same
day and night often makes
the emotion so grey
and gloomy,
alas !
the innocent childhood, still calls from -
the far - flung, the rainy days of
mountains, the emerging
vapours, and the
kissing clouds
on the
peaks of lush green hills, somewhere in
the dense forest, Mahadev hills of
Balaghat, often life searches
those purple wildflowers
which only grows
in the rainy
season,
still
heart desires to run behind the shadow
of clouds, you remember or not but
my emotions are still soaked, as
wet before, though many
decades passed
we never
met
again, but desires never die, perhaps - -
one day I'll again cage you in my
palm as a firefly of dark
night !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

SOME DESIRED MOMENTS - -

Some passed drenched moments,
some whispering morning wind,
some familiar fragrance
perhaps, some
memorable
proximity
often
exists as a chronic intoxication - - -
some rainy midnights, the -
touch of some deep
breath, and the
long sweet
tiredness,
often
fills the outcry of the deserted chest,
cannot deny it, that every soul
needs the ointment of
affection, without
desire there's
no life.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 

NOBODY WAITS - -

Maybe mirror doesn't know the compromise,
however, the life never leaves the hope,
and wipes out times to time, dust
of despair, on that narrow -
streak, often your love
flickers with new
dream of last
o' clock,
believe me, the persona comes back from - -
dark caves of the nightmare, in the end
of barnacle travel, the soul gets rest
in your breath of affinity, tho' it's
indelible truth, that nobody
waits for a person who
remains behind of
the caravan,
often
that alone traveler has to find out the address -
of the morning - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

STEP UP - -

Do not wait, step up, this beautiful
season has the own compulsion,
in the remote, the blooming
valleys are calling you
with the loving
appeal,
nature just knows to scatter the - -
inner beauty, do not be centred
to yourself, there's a lot of
treasures are hidden
in the lap of earth,
just explore
the real -
bliss of life which are hidden in the
beauty of nature - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

AT LAST - -

At last, the rain is again complaisant,
tho' some emotions are just
smouldering like the
bonfire of the
night end,
again
some dreams are sitting on the edge
of the wet gallery, still, there's
the fragrance of wild
jasmine, still
you're
very near to my heart, tho' it's the - -
matter of perception that how
much you have been
dissolved in the
inner depth,
it's not
so easy to define in the words, affinity
remains always under the mist
of pin drop silence - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

  

COMPANION OF DARKNESS - -

All the curtains had been rolled back,
now, no one else is familiar or
alien, everyone has played
their role beautifully,
that's the different
matter that
some
emotions remained in the backstage
just silent, lost in the sound of
clapping some affinities
didn't find the real
admirer, indeed
in the meena -
bazaar of
this
world everything is sellable, a person
should know the art of exhibition,
nobody likes to look back
the immersed sun - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ENDLESS JOURNEY - -

There's a long journey to go if
possible then come along
with me, still, the skyline
is far away and the
depth of night
looks just
infinite !
the blooming morning has its -
own accountability, however
in this moment, do not
lose the hope, I'm
sure, there's a
flow of light
across
the darkness, some truth of the
awakened eyes, some pure,
innocent smile of new
born baby, the life
has still a lot of
space for
the lost
paradise, still, there's a chance
to collect some droplets of
midnight dew - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 

IN THE CHEST OF OYSTER - -

A far scattered silence, in the empire
of moonlight, a painful call of the
nightbird, and circle of the
dream, under the high
heeled trees, the
heart desires
to love
you,
as a dark cloud often passes in the -
midnight, just touching the canopy
of summer forest, when the
night changes its sides
with lemony scent
of wild jasmine,
the flaming
persona
rests
in your innermost emotion as pearls
sleep inside the oyster with the
silken dream of rare beauty.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
  

ITS OWN BEAUTY - -

Let it be an extravaganza creation,
too much sophistication will
damage the innermost
emotion, do not try
to cordon the
beauty of
purity
in
your own created circle, butterflies
need the uncovered gallery for
remote flight, flowers allure
in their natural instinct,
do not try to keep
the fragrance
limited to
just
yourself, the life isn't only for self - -
desire, sometimes try to burn
in the moonless night, as
the earthen lamp
awakes till the
last hour
of
night, the pleasures of this entire -
night's awakening has its own
beauty of satisfaction.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

SOME HANDS' DISTANCE - -

Everyone has its own definition of
happiness, some needs only
one handful pleasure, and
some remain a cipher
even getting the
entire sky,
actually
the
thirst of life never be extinguished,
it starts itself whenever it ends,
that's a spontaneous way,
goes on as usual with
searching various
point for existing
in this world
with its
own
way, sometimes we've succeeded 
and sometimes the destination
is missed only by distance
of some hands - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 

THE BLUE UMBRELLA - -

Night has left over the darkness, -
somewhere in the floating
island of fireflies, all
the dormant
memories
have
been returned back from the edge
of downstream, everything is
now looking as washed
in the first rain of
premonsoon,
again
a beautiful morning is knocking - -
the door, sound of far-flung
trains now losing their
vanity, the arrival
of the morning
fills all
the
emptiness of silence, life's hustle,
and bustle is as usual continued,
as the competitions have
been started again
for the survival,
that's the
beauty
of life,
in the twists of the flying bridge -
the increasing traffic shows
the race of survival,
the game of hide
and seek is
continued
amid
the sun and clouds and the sky is
the silent spectator - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 

WITHIN US - -

There's a lot to say, there's a
lot to hear but the lack of
time often breaks the
bridge of affinity,
the person
chases
throughout the ages, to the - -
mirage of desire, there's
a lot to feel, there's a
lot for absorption
but we miss
all the
beauty of inner emotion, and -
often return back to self
made bridgewell, and
often we become
the victim of
loneliness,
indeed,
all the
roots of the trouble existed - -
within us, but the blame
goes to others.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

ART OF SMILE - -

 Floating lotus and emerging mist
of remote hills, the dawn has
its own fascination, first
rays of the sun brings
several undefined
steps of life,
we just
proceed towards the path of - -  -
survival with new hope
and in search of a
new horizon,
amid the
flying
bridge and the underground rail - - 
track, the life chases for a
better another dawn,
tho' some dreams
remained as
usual
ungerminated, and some become
ready to fly before maturity,
in every step the life
knows the art of
adaptation,
and
that's why never forget to smile - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

UNDER THE WATER - -

Yes, I know my limitation, and
that's why I've drawn an
unseen marginal line
around me, your
desires have
dormant
flame
of
ancient crater doesn't follow - -
any ethical mask, tho' I'm
afraid, sometimes to
touch your delicate
emotion with
my wild
scent,
in
this world nobody is beyond the
natural nakedness, maybe
a self-oriented hermit
or the elite man of
so-called civil
society,
all are
the
same danglers of the merry-go  -
round, wearing multiple masks
in the fair of world and
playing their hidden
cards with the
art of bait,
under
the
water, who will be the next prey,
in this turmoil moment, it's
really difficult to say.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

BEFORE THE DAYBREAK - -

The last train of southward
passes as usual with
whistling,  piercing
the chest of
night, the
last
o'clock reveals the realism
of broken dream, some
obscured stars still
searching the
safe haven
in the
lap of morning glow, scream
of sandpiper brings the
freshness in jaded
soul, perhaps
some -
where nearby exists the - - -
wetland, the life again
is ready for another
combat, indeed,
indomitable
desire to
live
never allows us to extinguish,
unseen instinct creates
the role of catalyst
and we become
again ready
to fight.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

DIFFICULT TO SAY - -

The life has its own canvas,
some dried moments,
some blooming
affinity, some
inner
fragrance, and few drops of
love often refreshes the
soul, just required
to adapt the
mood of
time,
it's not necessary that every
day will be as desired,
the season has its
own way of
move,
in the morning there wasn't
a piece of cloud, when
the sunset every
where its
raining,

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

NOBODY IS EVERLASTING - -

Every flow has the merger point
maybe the great ocean or the
small lake, everything has
the same destiny like
a burning candle
breaths the
last
when the dawn knocks the door -
of darkness, maybe my access
was limited in comparison to
you, but it doesn't mean
that I didn't try to
embarkation,
everyone
in the
world isn't lesser than other, the
success or failures are just
the matter of momentary
surge, every wave
has to scatter
in the brim
of the
oceanic mystery, few waves only
remains on the chest of edge.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

NEED A CHANGE - -

Let's write a song again, without
script, without any language,
just expression through
one's eyes, feeling
of innermost
heart
should be emerge with natural - -
beauty of cherry blossom !
the enchanted spill, let's
create a spellbound
emotion in our
smile, that
every
one will feel the morning breeze -
of blooming valley, yes, it's
true that  life has lots of
hassles, however
we have to
steal
some happy moments too, the life
needs a change with the season.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 

UNDERNEATH THE OPEN SKY

Somewhere everybody is here a
thirsty wanderer, looking for
something, the scope
can be anything,
from somatic
pleasure
to the
peace for soul,  ever inside the - 
mysterious puzzle and
sometimes merge
into the blue
sky, our
mind
has  no intermission, sometimes
the life desires more than
imagination and many
times, we want a
gift of deep -
sleep,
far -
away from all scream of finding -
and losing, sometimes, we
want to live cool, in our
own way, underneath
the sky, just gazing
the world of
light -
walker, drowning - emerging stars.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

PICK YOUR OWN - -

Between the morning and twilight
the graph of shadows have
their own impact, it's
not  necessary
that every
thing
will
be accordingly our wish, even tho'
a persons writes entire life his
diary with routine way but
you believe it or not,
the pages of life
remains as
usual
just
blank, indeed, the endless desires
dominate us in every step and
we never emerge from the
depth of darkness, this
is the bitter truth of
our life, till the
last hour
we
want to experience the pleasure - 
it's different matter that every -
body has his own mask,
some love house top
and some enjoy
camouflage
pick your
own !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL




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THE SHADOW OF CLOUDS - -

The sky is existed as usual in the
cipher, the stars are broken
millions times since the
centuries, the beauty
of creation exists
in your soulful
eyes, it's
matter
of
vision, which makes the emotion - -
more beautiful than dream !
while all the happiness
remains in the depth
of heart, a person
searches them
here and
there
without any reason, like a traveler of
of desert chases the shadow of
clouds - - which never comes
down - - !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ART OF SURVIVAL - -

Nothing is in our control, the -
natural clock runs in its
way, amid the dark
and light, the
life goes
on
in its path, sometimes the sky
becomes highly clement
and sometimes even
the trees turn back
their face, we
wander
for
a peace of shadow, however -
we know very well the art
of survival, not only
for self, rather
for others
too,
the collective pleasure has its
own depth, just try to share
some moment of bliss.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

UNFINISHED TRAVEL - -

Between the rising and falling waves
of emotion, somewhere, exists
the unseen stagnation, on
that  self - churning
point, the soul
gets the
real
contentment, and the life proceeds -
toward the bliss of clairvoyance,
but before reaching on that
estuary we need to get
the inaccessible -
sensation of
self - flow,
the
life needs a complete experience of -
igneous travel, beyond all taboo,
a continuous journey - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE INFINITE SILENCE - -

Seasonal winds have their own 
compulsions, when they will
change the attitude no -
body can predict,
do not claim
more
than pertinent, sometimes the -
life becomes the desires'
stack, and the breath
becomes more
cumbersome
and soul
feels
endless thirst even in the heavy
rain, my friend ! nothing is
enduring, just discover
the hidden inner -
beauty of
survival,
where
exists the center point of relief - -
the infinite silence - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 

SILENT FOREVER - -

Everybody has to pass sooner or
later, escaping is not possible
from the hazy way, even
the gripping plot of
endearment
will not
work,
however, knowing about all the - -
silky bonds' durability, the life -
has very limited option
to choose the desired
person, and from
here the self -
discovery
begins,
the
soul travels from earth to sky in - -
search of truth, all the man
made doctrines remains
meaningless and
silent forever.

**
- SHANTANU SANYAL

NOT POSSIBLE RIGHT NOW - -

That endless edge has the
innumerable erosion, do
not ask for any unique
wharf, the river of
life can not
grant
for
anchoring, no matter how -
much your are nearer
to the heart, it's not
so easy to please
everybody,
some -
where, the life needs more
proximity to identify, you
may like it or not, but
a long time is
needed to
know
the
inner affinity, just touching -
the coast isn't the sign
of destination, still
there's hidden
many more
secrets
in
your oceanic eyes, just let
me to sink towards the
underground depth
of your mystic
emotion.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

AWAITING FOR BLOOM - - -

Some tender leaves have - -
been emerged on the
neem tree top, the
bougainvillea
has its own
gorgeous
beauty,
the
summer is knocking around,
tho' time never waits for
anybody, however
some dreams
never ends,
they often
return
with
innovative definitions, do not
know, what's harmony
amid the naked tree
and the flying
dry leaves,
some
unseen conversations often
remain in the pages of
mystic relationship,
like a fragrance,
imprisoned
inside
the
petals, waits eagerly for the
twilight - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 

BEYOND THE EMPTINESS - -

Short or long, any journey has its
own feature, alone or along
with very close, the
moments bring
the life
towards the uncertainty, tho' the
journey becomes little easier
if we get someone desired
person in life, but again
the mysterious halt
remains hidden
in the mist
of time,
some dreams have their own rare
beauty, when it breaks, in the
silence of midnight, we
search the fellow -
traveler with
unduly
but
far - far away prevail over only - -
the endless pin drop
silence !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE TOUCH OF BREATH - -

The depth of night wasn't easy to
measure, just sinking towards
the profundity of silence,
merging in each
others soul,
abysmal
feeling
of
revival from stone age to eternity,
flight from the silk trap towards
the open sky with wings
of butterfly, the inner
undefined beauty
which you've
given to
me,
now persona doesn't want to stay
anymore, on the land of somatic
bond, it's eager to break all
annexure of man made,
just complete liberty,
to dissolve in
your full
entity.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

RE-PROMISE - -

Again days are becoming long,
somewhere, amid the falling
leaves and winter end,
some memories
are still warm,
the life has
its own
way
of
search, again in the desolate
looking canopy, cuckoos
will play trick of nest,
that's the art of
survival
best,
do
not  pause the flow of emotion
just let it flow along with the
hidden stream of deep
valley, tho' through -
out the ages,
nobody
keeps
the
promise of affinity, however - -
nothing is wrong to
promise once
more - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

WINGS OF HOPE - -

A dream which makes the life
meaningful, a proximity
which emphasizes
to create a
beautiful
person,
sometimes heart wants that -
pure affinity,  like the
transparent -
stream of
remote
silvan, flowing in its way just
cool, crimping the open
sky in its depth and
defusing the
inner
beauty, tho' everything isn't
possible to acquire in
life, however the
wings of hope
should
not
become the hostage under
any circumstances - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

COZY CORNERS - -

Sometimes, breath and silence of 
river become complement to
each other, the evening
descends slowly on
the stairs of old
desolate
shrine, gradually the sound of bells
extinct in the darkness of banyan
tree, and priest closes the
doors of sanctorum,
alone clay lamp
remains
beneath the basil plant with flicker
of some moments, who knows
all boats of down stream
came back or not,
who keeps all
news about
the next
door, the business of world never -
stops, amid the light and dark
everybody weaves the
silken thread  of
dream, tho'
it's hard
to predict durability, sometimes it's
existed entire night and some -
times it breaks in a moment,
however we never leave
to search the cozy
corner in each
others
chest, and that's the beauty of life.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL


 

JUST FEEL IT - -

That drop which fell down from
my eyes, didn't get refuge
in your lap otherwise
it would became
the rare pearl
of the
endless effulgent, that's again
the matter of own fortune,
however, every drop
has a life may be
tear or dew,
just feel
for that emotions, which make -
us real human being, if we
can read the definition
of wet eyes - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

TOWARDS INFINITY - -

It's true that this world is like a 
colorful water bubble, just
a matter of momentary
pleasure inside the
closed eyes,
when
it opens nothing exists in the -
limit of vision except the
shadow of beautiful
dream, again
our life
has
to compromise with reality of
invincible path, again a
new beginning, again
you're hidden in
the unknown
potential !
and
the journey again proceeds.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL