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