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 - -

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- 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 - -

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- 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.

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- 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.

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- 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 - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL