Time never forgives - -

Pseudo flames have its own limit of 
gleam, however the

real fire

grows

up

from the depth of struggle, and

survives

till the

its

death, everything burns

in its way, but it keeps

the existence of

torchbearer

along with

the soul

of

extensively tortured by the so-called
leader of mass, indeed

the time never

forgives

him.

- Shantanu Sanyal

Till the last breathe - -

Something remained

unsolved between

us, something

reshaped

Itself,

life

has its own hidden art

of growing damaged

limbs unlike the

reptiles, the

main aim

is the

survival in all serpentine

path, the natural stings

never dies, a person

crusades till his

last breath,

- Shantanu Sanyal

Beyond the words - -

It's not a rosy path or the 
meadows of a moonlit

night, but the 
journey 
never 
halts, goes on through the
up-and-down graph

of life, you're
still a
morning blooming rose,
the petals of love

often dispersed
the concealed
fragrance,
and life

receives the beauty of - -

survival, really some
emotions can't
explain by
words,

It condensed with the span
of age.

- Shantanu Sanyal

PERSISTENCE - -

When all sides' door is closed - -

and far far away remains

the endless silence,

but innermost

edge never

goes

away it calls the life for a fulcrum,

when all lights of earth and

sky goes off, and the

scary darkness

wants to

engulf

the existence, believe me, some -

one appears one's own self,

and that embodiment

brings the life

towards

the

colourful skyline, the condition is -

just believe yourself, need to

fight till the last breath.

- - SHANTANU SANYAL

Estuary of eyes - -

All origins have endpoints,

maybe the river or

breath however

I've found,

you

are just waiting for me

with complete

devotement

tho' I'm

not

the ocean or the deity

of mass, I'm just a

bubble floating

in the wind

of the

beach,

just

searching the palms of

an innocent smile of

a playful kid, your

love do not

let me

to

extinct, however my soul

wouldn't get rid of

your endless

love, I will

come

back

again and again in the

estuary of your

deep eyes

- - -

- Shantanu Sanyal

IT'S NOT THE LAST TRAIN - -

The journey of life may be short,

but never think the next

point will be bivouac,

the moonlit night

has its own

limited

range but trance remain in our - -

body and soul, even after

dawn, do not know

how many

dreams

were

weaved by us, and how many - -

scattered on the night edge,

but expectation never

dies, that's not

the last train,

life revives

many

times, we aren't the only man of

straws, the skyline always

welcomes with open

heart, the journey

never stops.

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE RESONANCE - -

Nobody knows when and how

so-called wanderer of the

street becomes the

gem of the

crown,

and the king searches shelter

for one night, do not under

estimate to anybody,

immense torture

sometimes

breaks

the door of destiny, and - - - -

snatches away rights

of survival - -

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE PREDETERMINED ROLE - -

The only mirror does not have

reflections, the infinite depth

of conscience never

sleeps, you can

never cheat

yourself,

what's

hidden in your mind the face -

spills out, it's not so easy

to running away from

this truth, all the

resonance will

chase you

forever,

there

isn't any deliverance from the

bonds, everybody has to

perform the predeter -

minded role, not

more not

less,

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL

Caravan of dreams - -

Caravan of dreams never halt,

it moves through all odds,

from desert to blooming

dale, from wet eyelash

to flicker of a smile,

life has its own

revival seeds

never

forgets germination, again we

will be the part of mixed

footprints, again the

deserted street

will be the

ocean

of happiness, again you will - -

knock the door holding

the bunch of roses,

again there will

be endless

chat,

just do not forget the address

of love.

- Shantanu Sanyal

You can't escape - -

Some unwanted

moments of

life just

chase

relentlessly, and on

the basis of that

we accept the

life with the

fake smile,

though

it hurts to the inside,

but never forget,

all accounts

have a

final

day of justice - - - - -

- - Shantanu Sanyal

WET MOMENTS - -

The surging emotions - -

have no boundaries,

again desires are

splashing in

the palm,

that's

love

or droplets of the first rain,

difficult to say, often

life wants to get -

wet, uplifting

hands to

catch

the

dust of clouds, searches - - 

the lost childhood, the

life chases again

towards the

rebirth!

- - Shantanu Sanyal

Mystic Path - -

Some quiescent

moments often

wish to leave

the life of a

chrysalis,

the

coloured wings have the

undulation for flying

away, somewhere,

perhaps, a place

of blooming

emotion,

maybe

in the

edge of your eyes or

in the dense mist

of a mysterious

path, it's really

a different

feeling,

after

self losing in the maze

of amour dale!

- - SHANTANU SANYAL