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.

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- 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.

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- 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 - -

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- 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 - -

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- 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.

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- 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 - -

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- 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.

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- 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.

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- 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,

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- 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.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL