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.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL