MORNING STAR - -

Do not promise to come
back again, many
things remain
enveloped
under
the
sand, at least there should
be some purpose in life,
forgetting is a normal
process, slowly
you, too, will
get used
to it
one day, body, heart, desire
isn't separated from each
other, dried springs
live far inside
the dead
river,
maybe one day it will be
rejuvenated, who
knows? Some -
where in
an oasis,
we will
exist,
maybe you can recognize me,
as a bird or a dim star
in the morning.
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL  

THE MYSTIC PATH - -

Didn't get any colour, as - -
my heart desired, I
tried to draw
several
times
the
lost childhood whenever,
indeed, life has its
own limitations,
across
the
transparent butterfly wings,
I have seen you're
trying to touch
me, we both
are now
invincible
souls,
floating with the sacrosanct
flow, from here begins
the inner journey
of the seraphic
world, you've
to go
through the process of
ecdysis, nothing is
for hiding, in
this path,
everybody has to pass
uncovered, now the
man-sized mirror
is before us,
the
self-assessment is the only
way to correct our
existence, nothing
remains across
the zero line,
everything
is in this
moment,
after
that, there are only foggy
paths everywhere - -
* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL