THE UNSEEN BRIDGE - -

Amid the reality and the dream, often
remains very thin streak, when
the inner eyes open, the life
flickers with a new skyline,
the night had its own
conditions some
bitter truth
often
remains under the dark mist, some - -
broken promise perhaps reshape,
and incomplete conversation
will re-emerge from the
depth of wakeful
eyes, amid
us still
exist
the hanging bridge, tho' weather has -
never soft favour, but the edges of
soul are stable in their axis,
nothing will change in
their annexure of
infinity, that's
the real
love's 
beauty becomes day by day more - -
enduring!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

FIRST STEP - -

It's really very tough to cross the fire -
line, however the flag bearer of
crusade never stop, whether
pseudo-social surface or
hill shrine, snatching
is required to get
the rights, the
unity never
fails
if renaissance wakes up in the obtuse
minds, nothing is impossible in this
world if a person decides to the
march towards the new
beginning of real
human era,
just
needed first step, the invisible caravan
will follow one day - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 

THE SILENT DIALOGUE - -

It's not necessary that tomorrow
will be the same, nobody can
say that what's hidden in
the depth of night end,
all calculation of
lifetime was
failed
though, I've been tried my best -
when looked back there was
not anybody in the limit
of vision, except my
shadow, all the
familiar -
faces
disappeared one after other, - -
farthermost, there was the
endless silence, in point
of fact, it's not so easy
to become fellow -
traveler, the
journey of
life is
the matter of self-endeavor - - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

IN THE DEPTH OF EYES - -

Everything looks charming
if the depth of heart is
diaphanous, do not
know, what is
the gist of
their
philosophy, in my vision - -
nothing is more precious
then the sense of
humanity, the
life needs
more
happiness then so-called - -
somatic pleasure, the
circle of the soul
has its own
aura it
glows
even in clouds of impending
storm!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE SHORT - TERM SIGH - -

The boom of a river and the spark of
the sky is the phase of short-term
sigh, If you want, get back
from here, the skyline
hasn't the fixed
location,
everything looks beautiful from a - -
distance, nobody knows the
exact destination, your
love has the infinite
desire and the
life is just
a drop
of dew, stagnated eagerly in the tip
of leaf, who knows the mood of
wind, in a blink, the world
changes itself, all the
dreams remained
as usual in
the depth
of mist.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

NOMADIC FEELINGS - -

In my inner outcry, still existed -
ebullition, tho' outer layers
look just quiescent, the
soul often reminds
me the naked
reality of
the
world but the dreaming eyes still 
wait for new underlined dawn
of new hope, someone
evokes me from
faraway and 
gives
some hydrous moment of night -
end, and says the mist of
the blue mountains
aren't the stable
phenomena,
it will be
again
the vale of flowers, the stroller - -
winds never settle down in
certain place - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 

PERHAPS NOT - -

Everyone is alone in this world,
the relations have their own
way of recovery, what's
today you've given
me, the return
gift's desire,
could you
forget,
perhaps not, the life's reality is -
bitter, the art of exchange
exists in everyone's
heart, I do not
know the
depth
of your affinity, however, the - - -
dreaming somewhere
fills the cavity of
desperation,
and again
the life
runs behind the mirage of the self-
conceit!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 

BEFORE THE DAYBREAK - -

Someone has the time or not for the
changing of calender's page but
the seasons do not wait for
anybody, it moves on
as usual with the
mood of winds,
the new
edges
are
formed and the old are covered in - -
the sand, the lifestream flows
forever, though the game
of hiding and seek
goes on under
the shadow
of clouds,
some -
times the rainbows are very nearer - -
and sometimes it breaks with
multiangle alike the dream
of early morning, we
have to search
the droplet
of dew
in
the soft petals of the rose, before the -
sunrise, that's the way of life - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

UNTOUCHED POINT - -

The apathy of season and the
turning point of memory
lane, believe me,
you're still
exist
in
my feelings as usual as a form
of pre-monsoon clouds,
emerging gradually
in my dormant
emotions,
though
blue
hills are in the faraway southern
end, but your mystic affinity
has damped my persona
deeper and deeper,
emotion want
to fly in
the
mist of mysterious land of your -
love, my soul desires to get
liberation from all the
delusion of this
elusive world,
though I
know,
this isn't so easy path for the - -
endless journey - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 

RISING STEPS - -

Every time you will be the winner
it's not certain, sometimes the
championship just slips
from the hands
without
any
foreboding, but that's not the last 
wager, the life needs again
and again the spirit of
daredevil, do not
know that
how
many arrows are left in the quiver
of time, but the aiming panel
often allures me in new
ways, and in the
game of the
checkmate
the
life goes as usual with elevated -
cheerfulness - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

BEYOND THE RESTRICTED RANGE

The definition of the love depends
in the eyes of an individual, but
certainly, it gives the meaning
of humanity, every heart
desires the affinity
beyond all the
odds, it's
not
necessary for loving someone the
person should be glamorous,
indeed the love makes
its own emotional
frame, here
somatic
look
becomes the matter of secondary -
the heart rules the persona,
and the terrestrial world
becomes itself the
form of divine
beauty.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

INNER WINDOW - -

The time has its own feudalistic mood,
do not care about king or almsman,
in a wink, it brings the person
on the burning path of
desert, amid the
lips and
goblet, space remains always in the - -
hands of the unseen entity, it's the
matter of destiny, you believe
or not, all accounting of
life open and close
on this earth,
it's the
personal matter that how an individual
looks across the window of
conscience - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE GAME OF SHADOW AND LIGHT - -

Whatever was the share of our luck
we happily accepted, what's
meaning to count the
pearls of the
moment,
which
already scattered in the lap of past,
some bindings hadn't the affinity
of endurance hence they
have changed their
turning points,
now what's
use to
look
back again and again, some smiles
were not authentic but we have
smiled with them, that's the
art of survival, some
personality never
change their
pseudo
faces,
hence, goodness remains in our way
of acceptance, it's not necessary
that every flower has the
pleasant fragrance,
some wild smell
has its own
glamour
just
that's the matter of experience from
the depth of the soul - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

OWN APPROACH - -

Everyone has own viewpoint, it's not
necessary that at every point you'll
be hundred percent correct,
there's always exists
a thin line amid
the truth and
the lie -
there's needed somewhere balancing
in the affinity, without respecting to
other, it's impossible to get same
in reverse, often, we forget
that every person is
needed a piece
of tranquillity
in the life,
sometimes we neglect the nearest one
and chase behind the alien faces,
whenever the inebriation goes
down, we have to face a
long journey of loneli-
ness, so many
undesired
things
we have to do in life to winning hearts - -
that's the reality of life. 

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ENDLESS PATH - -

In the advancing evening, when
the darkness ingests all the
fatigue of the day, the life
somewhere gets back
the freshness of
your smile,
and the
night
stretches the elusive hands, all -
the reflections slowly returned
back to the mirror of origin,
gradually the persona
goes in the lap of
midnight's
dream,
when the fragrance of sozzled
jasmine becomes silent,
believe me, all the
suffering from
stringers
itself
gets relief, and the soul travels -
the endless journey - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ENDLESS MOVEMENT - -

The warf - weft of relations has its
own beauty, in the frame of
our life, sometimes we
have to hide some
missed threads,
I know the
result
of
my weakness, however, it's not too
easy to deny affinity, on your list
of priority whatever be, my
faith has its own place,
and that innermost
emotion always
wins over the
heterodox,
indeed
the
love exists forever, the empires are -
formed and disappeared too, the
cycle of time has its own help -
lessness, it has to move
continuously towards
the new skylines,
on its ultimate
axis - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

INNER ENTITY - -

 All accounts of life remain in the
womb of time, nobody can
predict the view of the
dawn, still night
has to cross
the long
dyke
of
darkness, raising the finger is - 
the easiest thing, everyone
somewhere is stained
in the same path of
accountability,
it's not
so
easy to break the iron of desire!
no matter how much is your
dominance, the unseen
weigher has its own
principle never
favours to
evils,
inner entity never dies, it chases
even after somatic death.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

MIRROR HAS NO TIME - -

The clamour of the world never
stops, the life always sicks
the reasons for the
feast, indeed
nobody
is
interested in your inner storm - -
hence, just flow with the
stream of time, the
mirror has no
time to
think
about the wrinkles of the face, -
that's a natural process,
everybody has to
follow the path
of unseen
halt,
the flowers of necropolis never
forget to bloom, the life and
birth is the eternal truth,
the world is nothing
more than an
inn, every
soul
has to leave today or tomorrow,
that's the different matter
that your desires never
allow thinking about
the realism of
life and
we
just want the endless hangover.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 

BEYOND THE DEPICTION - -

The game of shadows are never -
finished, curtains rise and fall,
in the corner of neglected
terrain some wild -
flowers as -
usual
fight for survival, some arid plants
have inborn beauty they never
wait for torrential rain, one
drop of dew is enough
to bloom in the land
of thorns, your
desireful -
eyes
do not let me sleep, they chase - -
continuously entire night, do
no know what are their
exaction, without
saying a single
word they
absorb
the
persona in the bottomless depth! -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE EXISTED MOMENT - -

Flowing along the downstream is -
the demand of time, other -
wise a person remains
discarded in the
edge just like
a leaf
of autumn, actually the adjustment
with all the up-downs is the
name of life, the moon -
light nights have
their special
restraints
even
willing they can not betray the cycle
of nature, in the shades of luck
the differentiating line exist
almost invisible, nobody
can predict the phase
of destiny - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

COURSE OF TIME - -

In the frill of dark and light,
again let decorate the
evening with new
love threads,
nobody
in
this world is cent percent - 
perfect, something
always remains
under the
chest
for
recovery just required the -
soft touch of affinity, the
life needs a trustful
emotion in the
profound
treaty
of
relationship, henna brings
the colour after grinding
only - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

  

COMMITMENT - -

Nobody walks together for long
distance, often paths are
found longer than life,
even your so-called
deep affinity
wouldn't
tie the
vagrancy of my soul, it flies in its
way of liberation, all echoes
returned as usual along
the migratory birds,
nevertheless
the cage
of heart remained just empty as -
before, the season has its own
commitment, so no other
option it has to change
as soon as
possible.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

AFTER SILENCE - -

Nobody keeps the account of frigid
night, who knows the pain of
last breath, in fact, we
never peep out of
snug circle,
that's
the reality of self-centered desire - -
nobody has time to think the
homeless souls of winter
night, perhaps their
existence doesn't
underline the
philosophy
of the
civilized world, so-called the warriors
of the era, just sleeping inside
the pashmina, who cares
about the shuddering
sound of last
hours?

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL