BEAUTY OF INCOMPLETENESS

Fireflies have their own inner lambency,
never divagate, in the clump of the
artificial light the inner flicker
always remains live, tho'
wild vines get dry,
but leaves a
space
for
re-bloom, in the root of bougainvillea -
eagerness for survival never dies,
it reappears with colorful
glamour even in the
ruins, desires
never die,
tho'
tyranny of time has its own tale, some
another day we will think about
that, in the depth of your
eyes, the reflection
of love is still
flickering,
and
that says life is beautiful just look from
the inner vision - - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

AMAZING REJUVENATION - -

Nothing is shrouded, the truth revealed
itself from the mist, that's out of
hand, the humming sound
of the soul remained in
the heart of
floating
lotus,
the moonlit night has created do not - -
know how many lively dreams, an
infinite flow brought us in the
downstream of pleasure,
just out of control, no -
body knows the
fascination
of last
night, before the daybreak all body cells
were leaving the sweet fragrance,
we have found the amazing
rejuvenation, no doubt
on those mysterious
moment!

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 

ON THE EDGE - -

It's difficult to keep alive all
memories, the midnight
rain to descending
sunlight of misty
mountains,
every
thing has the shrinking age,
in the album of life, often
we have searched
all the fragile
moments
while
the unseen affinity was as
usual left in the margin,
some droplets of
window glass,
some fallen
petals
and partially burnt candles 
reminded the tale of
night, that was
the paused
storm
or the revival of the dead river,
not easy to say, but
something was
the rarebit
cognition,
the
life looked once again so -
beautiful!

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

EMPTY HANDS AS USUAL - -

On that turning - point, familiar
and strange faces have no
differences, the life just
accepts whatever
is found on
the way,
from
here, the path of survival has -
nothing for regret, it's the
peak of saturation, all
desires from here
become stoic,
and the
life
feels the silence of a distant  - -
cloister, where wandering
souls get deliverance,
the whole world
looks just like
a colorful
bubble,
just
flying away from the open palm.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL  

INFINITE ECHOES - -

Some echoes have their own way of
existence, stay alive throughout
the ages, and chases the
persona restlessly!
some affinities
have very
short
glamour just ends before reaching on
the climax, do not think that after
your deception, my life will be
ruined, often the stumbling
stone teaches the art
of survival, every -
one in this
world
is answerable to his reflection and the
mirror of conscience never forgives
to untruth, and there's contained
the beauty of self - realization,
no need any man made
bookish philosophy,
the heart should
be crystal
clear.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL  

BREAKING THE LINE - -

Though life has its own list of priority,
but somewhere we have to break
the pristine line, and reconcile
the existing reality, it's so
easy to escape from
the delusion of
domestic
life,
but the path of salvation isn't so - -
accessible, again somewhere
we have to face the pain
of resignation, in point
of fact the somatic
desire never
ends,
the life goes through the process of - -
self-renaissance, in its natural way,
with the time, the desire to live
more, itself becomes the
endless addiction.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

AMID THE BLACK AND WHITE - -

Often, at the last o'clock of the
night, just before the scattering
of jasmine flowers,
a familiar voice,
breaks my
dream,
that's a Chapman or the stranger
serang, I haven't any idea but
I'm sure, he comes and
fills the life in the
nectar of rose -
bud, and
slowly
disappears in the flickering sky -
line, life again becomes
fresh, ready to struggle,
in the mist of fly -
over, the sun
rays find
out
the philosophy of blooming and
the flowers of balcony wait
for it eagerly, the flock
of pigeon just flies
away in the
blue sky,
again
the metropolis slowly becomes
the mass - forest, the
endless way of
survival.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

AND THE NIGHT PASSED - -

Even our own shadow has no surety, -
then how to believe on your so -
called the pledge of eternity,
the changes are the
real truth of life,
maybe
weather or affinity, the river do not care
the silent request of the dyke, it
changes the multiple edges,
the way of survival is
the really bitter truth,
nobody can
claim
the endless contract, somewhere every
body is the alone walker, assembly
of the night sky was in its place
just gorgeous and grand,
and illuminated with
millions desire,
nobody was
worried
about the breaking stars, the business
of the universe never stops - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

PROBABLY MEET AGAIN - -

Night has passed with staggering
the way towards the new
skyline, tho' everything
in its place as usual,
nevertheless
the life
remains quenchless and that
shows the graph of breaths
still move in the
geometry of
desire,
some definitions of your eyes are
still unsolved, some semi
germinated wanting
are still wait for
hydrous
favor!
 tho'
in a short dormancy, the dreams
have its own way of scape,
but  I will wait, it wasn't
the last night of the
soul exchange!

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- SHANTANU SANYAL