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 - -

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- 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,
- -
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- 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 - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL