FIRST STEP - -

In this morning of votive, every
thing looks so beautiful, in
this moment of pure
smile the heart
wants to
fly
alike the migratory birds of the
remote world ! somewhere
the destination is waiting
for you, innovative
potentials are
hidden in
the
path of your journey, there's - -
need of first step, nothing
is unreachable in this
world if you've the
determination,
today or
the
tomorrow, you'll be in the list of
victory - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

CLUMPS AND MOONLIGHT - -

 That's the natural underlined -
happening, the soft sun  -
light of winter and
so-called their
deep affinity
never
remained abiding, the flow of
time and the increasing
wrinkles of the face
believe me
never
compromise, tho' mirror exists
in its place with hiding the
shades of bygone
era, when the
sun sank
into
the depth of the lake, and the
clamour of the old banyan
tree became silent,
believe me you
look more
nearby
tho'
there wasn't anything around
me except the lampblack
darkness and the
endless night,
however
the
life has to deal with every step
of the transitional path of
season - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 

THE PHASE OF COIN - -

Nobody knows the direction of
paused storm, despite that
fact, the life searches
the safe haven of
back door,
indeed,
every soul needs chants of - -
resurrection, and every
one desires the fulfill
of last o' clock's
dream, it's
again
the matter of personal destiny !
sometimes we receive the
bunch of roses and
sometimes we
have to
compromise with the spiny - -
thorns.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE SOUL OF MIDNIGHT - -

Some shining nights, some mistful -
morning, some bunch of wild
flowers, and the enigmatic
book of life, some half
burn candlestick,
and the -
sleepy
chandelier, some unseen fingerprint
and surging storms on the chest,
some familiar fragrances in the
breath, and the scattered 
pieces of goblets!
emerging the
endless
fume
in the heart of blue mountains, you're
gradually dominating my persona
as the vine of passion flower
captures the soul of
midnight, and
makes
the darkness more beautiful, more - -
ebrious ever - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE FINAL VERDICT - -

Whole world has seen your henious activities, you've

Killed babies in the

mother's womb

even God will

not forget

you,

In the name of so called peaceful

religion you've made the world

graveyard, you've kidnapped

new born babies and elder

citizen and using them 

as human shield,

You're coward

always played

the victim

cards,

but

do not forget heaven or hell, everything is here, no other

way for escape, you'll

get punishment for

your crime here

only.

- SHANTANU SANYAL

Invisible Stream - -

The definition of affinity is not

everlasting, many things have
it's own compulsion, the
deltic river changes
the edge without
prediction, still
life flows
on its
way,
Believe me, nothing will change
just thinking about it, life
needs continuous
efforts, some
times dead
river
revives too, but that's not a miracle, nature changes
its position after deep
sleep, under the
desert always
remains a
Stream
of
hope, waiting for little excavation.
- Shantanu Sanyal

THE POLLEN TRAP - -

From the clump of memories, please
do not call me again, some
hidden wound's beauty
remains in the
depth of
pain,
some undefined affinity have the - - -
plutonic sanctum! Simply let
it is in its place, some
happiness has
the short
age,
do not try to expose it too much, other
wise it'll wither premature, some
amour have too much
infatuation alike
the pollen
trap,
where 'login' is well known, but the path
of exit becomes a labyrinth, and the
outcome - - only death!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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Annette-Schmucker-Plants-Flowers-Landscapes-Spring-Contemporary-Art-Contemporary-Art.jpg

IN SEARCH OF NEW HORIZON - -

The time which is gone, -
disappeared in the
pages of the past,
and which
is lost,
no use to think, about - -
those moments,
it's better if
some
pain remains in its place
as usual speechless,
some incomplete
dreams are
still alive,
let it emerge with a new
potential, some co -
travellers have
perhaps,
some own compulsions -
or whatever reason,
just forget them,
nobody in
this
world is the partner of the
endless path - -

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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Mary Maxam Paintings

THE BEAUTY OF DARKNESS - -

The dream of awaken eyes
or you're contained in the
depth of my feelings,
even in the dense
darkness of
midnight,
your face often appears with the
beauty of fresh, half
blooming rose of
early dawn,
often
I found myself amid the sky
and earth alike the wet
sensation of dripping
dew of winter
night!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ALONE JOURNEY - -

In this world, everything we
can not get as desired,
something or other
We've to deal with,
that's the
path
of self-bargaining, sometimes

 life becomes so alone
even in my own house
that it searches
the broken
wings,
and sometimes the persona -
chases the dream, in the
sequence of sorrow
and pleasure
the life
goes on towards the skyline!
Tho' everyone knows the
the truth of the dead end,
however the tour
remains as
usual
continue, doesn't matter that
Someone is along you
or not - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

BEYOND THE DARKNESS - -

Sometimes on a gloomy evening,

when everybody is lost in their

own circle, the persona often

asks the reason for the

waiting, tho' it's true

that nobody has

time to visit,

however

Life has its own angle of survival, -

and that not going to give up -

attitude refills the path

of life with fresh -

flowers of

new

hope, our emotions start weaving

the soft dream of the last hour, the

horizon says to the darkness

Just wait for some more

moments, still the

Dawn is pell -

mell.

* *

— SHANTANU SANYAL

THE INNER FAITH - -

The scorching path has also
an encampment, maybe
the lean shadow of
leafless tree, the
life never
gives
up
hope and that's the reason we -
reach often in the strange
land of oasis, indeed
Our quest is the
teacher of
survival,
and
We accept the challenge of
igneous track, even in the
wilderness of thorn
bushes, we can
find out the
way of
hidden caravansary, the main
thing which makes us
combative is our
indescribable
desire to
live,
and that inner faith makes
the world beautiful.

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL

NO OTHER WAY - -

Perhaps, it's not so easy to
touch the deepest point,
but no doubt you've
tried to get the
origin of
pain,
and that was the entrance
of endless journeys, in
love, it's really very
hard to follow
the path
of
burning boulders where the
options remain only two,
transformation into
ash or alteration
into invincible
entity! You
haven't
the
middle route for escape - - -

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ETERNAL GLOW - -

Some memories have their 

own evergreen glamour, even
it glows in the dark,
some affinity
never
becomes old, with time it
fills the new colours in the
rusted sepia, some
friendship has its own
charm, even at the last stop of
age it appeals to playing
the hide and seek !
Some hidden
love have
immortal fragrance exists for -
eternal period, floats
endlessly with
soul - -

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL

ABOVE THE DIVINITY

Yes, dreams are my only one fief,
you can't snatch them, they
reside in the depth of
chest, nobody can
delete, rub out
the carved
emotion,
this endless sensation never allow
me to get lost in the labyrinth,
affinity, affection calls
constantly, I willingly
ever can not
go away
from
my own or stranger, here the
destiny creates the
destination after
floating seven
skies, the
ultimate
truth resides in the five elements
fire, wind, water, earth and
the cypher, before the
extinct the persona
heart desire to
love you
more
then the divinity, purified adoration!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
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 Arthur Hughes, (1943 - )Post Pre-Raphaelite paintings  

THE MERGER - -

Reality exists in your heart, 

reflection appears
from the eyes,
the face
reveals all the truth, you - -
can't hide the tangle
of mind,
somewhere, you've lost the
night's sleep, peace of
the conscience,
the value
of existence, a mirage or
wandering of the soul,
which is parting
you, from
yourself,
I was before contained, - -
in your persona, I'm
still included in
your breath,
it's a different matter that
you do not know,
but, my love
is an
infinite shadow chases
day and night!
In sleep
or awakening every minute,
every second, I've been
merged in you - -
* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL



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THE STABLE DEPTH - -

Neither sadness nor pleasure, an
intervening sensation,
where everything
is balanced,
neither
attachment nor distance, the - - -
bottomless depth of
conscience
neither
familiar nor estranged, a silence -
indefinitely perpetual path
of peace, a feeling
of living and let
live to
others, the extensive circle of - -
undefined love, across
the body and
soul,
* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL
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AROMATIC BREATH - -

Everything's going to end, then
why so much hubris, let
breath together
for few
moments, the relation between -
the flower and aroma
aren't forever,
body will
fall
on the surface of the earth, one -
day and soul will be extinct
in the invisible
wind, then
who
knows, we'll meet again or
not, just keep some
pleasant feeling
in your
conscience, life needs - - -
sometimes refresh
emotion - -
* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL



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THE INNER SHRINE - -

In my delicate feelings, you're
existed, like the lotus
bud of shuddering
morning of
winter,
waiting for my amour proposal
in the mist, hiding the
mystic aroma of
infinite love,
in my
subconscious your nonpareil -
beauty is ruling in the
monolithic way !
my persona
wants to
mingle into the soft ray of the sun
in this way, it can touch
the inner shrine of your
heart with complete
devotion - -
* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL.

THE END OF NIGHT - -

Perhaps, at the end of this night, -
you can get the touching
world of lost paradise,
in this last o'
clock,
do not make the unseen distance
between body and soul, it's
not necessary that every
thing will be as
desired,
cent percent perfection is not the
realism, incompleteness is
the beauty of life, there
wasn't a lack of
attempts,
it's a different matter that several - -
times I've faced failures, that
the point where I stood alone,
many times you have
invisibly stretched
hands with
love - -

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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winter night painting from Becky T Designs

THE CONNOISSEUR'S EYE - -

Stretched over as a winter sky, what's

that fascination, that persona 

doesn't find out the 

actual ground, 

floats in 

the inanity from one horizon to others,

it's fleeting attachment or the 

promise unending,

often thinks

the life, 

your love brings me on the peak of 

labyrinth, the earthly world is

losing far behind, a 

strange planet

or the 

illuminating truth is vis - a - vis, life 

is standing in front of a 

connoisseur's

eye, no 

way to hide the purity of conscience,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

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AFTER LIFE - -

Tonight, do not forget the flaming -
pledge, to walk naked leg 
on the edge of the sword, 
tonight, we've to 
go far away 
in the 
search of complete solubility of --
body and soul, tonight, do 
not ask for external 
bliss, tonight 
we've to 
decide the meeting point after - --
life, tonight has the most 
auspicious dankness,
do not be afraid 
with sweet 
ignition, this path goes toward - - 
the infinity, tonight, two 
bodies will be one 
in the flame of
eternal 
passion, tonight is the night of - - 
judgement for our love.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


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ONCE AGAIN - -

Then, let's have some new dreams,
perhaps tonight is the night of
votive, don't ask the
reason of
obsession, the longing of eyes - -
should get some relief,
should get a life
to the
cumbersome breath, the life is too
short, let's make some new
fantasies come true,
beginning of a
new journey,
some
awaited beautiful destinations are
eager on the bank of emotive
galaxy! Some implicit
feelings want to
scatter the
inner
beauty, tonight has its own unique
adorable glamour, beneath
your shadow of eyes,
* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL
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THE FIERY EMOTION - -

Perhaps you couldn't feel the pain of hydrous 
eyes trampled the emotion, but it
wasn't the masculinity, for 
the suppression of 
vandalism,
there's
a hidden eternal blaze always, in the - -
the womb of the future exists the 
latent upheaval, when 
tolerance limit 
crossed 
by the
protagonists, nobody can stop to enliven
the revolution - - 

— SHANTANU SANYAL  
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UNDEFINED MOMENT - -

Love me through the kaleidoscopic
vision, do not tie in a way that
the knot can not be loose, the
suffocation will destroy
the proximity, just
keep little
margin,
night is not
so short, let me
to live beneath your
eyelashes, who knows
the caravan of dreams will stay
or not, life can still wait, for your
beautiful consent - -
— Shantanu Sanyal
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THE RAINY NIGHT

That bizarre path has no end, it moves
Through the fibrous net with multiple
Fold, numerous points have their own
Sovereign planet, a land of coral reefs,
The retinal gateway opens not frequently,
In a life, one or two times, emotional
Waves are very delicate, which makes the
Crisscross way as a fragrance of tuber
Rose, night fuses soul and body on the
Bushy chest of moonlit landscape, the
Extreme passion brings us to this point
To follow the path of the overall offering,
The midnight rain fills the valley with love,
Stranger but beautiful creeper freely
Moves explore the seductive origins,
The warmth of breath activates the lost
Link of ecstasy, viscous saliva boosts
Intensity, as lemon drops fall on the
Caustic soda, a giant froth, lifts and up,
Meanwhile, raindrops fall on the baked
Clay tiles create a mysterious but
Passionate sound, clayey, sweating smells
Merges the personas, champagne boils
Vigorously, flows consistently from the roof
To the climber of nocturnal bloom, rain
Sustained longer than the exchange of breath,
It’s still raining, we stretched the palm
To collect the pearl of gratification, on the
Sky Moon is trying to escape from the
Muscles of condensed nomadic clouds,
The roaring noise is slowly becoming weaker
And weaker, sleepy eyes need new dreams!
— SHANTANU SANYAL

THE SECRETS OF CHEST - -

Some secrets remain buried in

the chest, few emerging

droplets on the

delicate

tuberose stem wasn't the dew,

it's a different matter, those

memories have

became

amethyst crystal, in the cavity of

rock, the intimate moment

couldn't sustain 

longer later

emotion

fossilized in the lap of time, it's 

really not so simple to love

someone forever!

the nature

doesn't

compromise, blossom, and fade

are part of life, it's so 

difficult to avoid the 

autumn, the 

time

doesn't wait for anybody, the - - - 

sequence agreement 

amid dawn and 

evening are

infinite,

your waiting has maybe prolong 

stability, but the sun has its own 

accountability, it can't 

dodge to sinking,

in another 

part 

morning glory waiting for bloom!

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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THE MYSTIC GLOOM

Conspiracy of silence, brings me
frequently near the thorny,
arid obsession, even
though knowing
the effect of
venomous
bloom
the heart desires to touch the
aesthetic beauty, process
to reach the maturity
of love, often life
goes through
entwined
wilds,
the divination doesn't work, the
fringe throws the trap itself,
perception revolts, the
passion to get entire
control on aroma
of someone,
concise
the appeal turns into profound liking,
gradually the waves of affinity
decorates the corporal needs,
on that peculiar but realism
point, unexpected feeling
provokes to mind later
cyclonic proximity
creates the new
mysteries of
relation,
the night shrouds the mystic gloom!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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THE LIFE - SIZED MIRROR - -

The definition of beauty exists in the 

inner depth of eyes, in that 

innermost soul lives 

the lively image

of your 

love, 

that's conscience or you can give -

any name, an invisible 

person verifies

each and 

every

moment of life, we accept it or not 

but the article of good and 

evil complete in this 

life only, nothing

is left over,

for 

rebirth, after a break of breath even 

we can't release from the 

chase of the curse, the 

salvation needs

continue 

self 

purification because nobody is the 

perfect man, all philosophies

are here meaningless, 

if we've no ability 

to identify

own 

image, in the life-sized mirror of -

self-consciousness - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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painting by Penny 

THE UNDERGROUND EMOTION - -

I knew, one day you'll forget; doesn't

anyone remember a lifetime; the

flow of affection is fickle, goes

towards the slope, makes

itself the space in the

heart, the past

slowly 

begins to fade, at last face, voice -

affinity, love, receptively 

becomes the unsung

Parnassus of lost 

poet of gloom, 

a memory 

of partial

transparency says, the little floating

the saga of past moments of 

life - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

art by Koen DemuynckOn

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THE MANUSCRIPT

The manuscript of Life's Extraction was
before me, shaping my own outline
could not turn out, clarity never grew to
visible, as the tiniest particle of wild
condensed on the surface of pages!
the reading to me, meditation failed
however several times I changed the
attires looked mirror from all directions,
the eternal beauty of heart lingered
aloof in isolation, I loved only the
the flesh-covered arena, the invisible
part of perception never explores the
eyes, the beauty of desire became slowly
the femme fatale! effect of mirage
brings me to unsolved destinations, its
true that consciousness of life emerge
too late, unfolding eyes are the sign
of the morning, an experience to touch the
the blooms of the heart are an exceptional thrill!
I corrected spellings, sentences, commas
revive the inner expression, accuracy
brought me, not only near to my heart,
the distrustful outlook on your face
changed too, you loved me with sincerity!
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE END OF NIGHT - -

That's a dream or reality, do not
know my heart, but that
fascination brings
the persona
towards
the
amazing world of the mystic vale!
in the rising fog of sapphire
darkness, your love is
emerging, slowly
alike the old
wine's
intoxication, gradually, you're -
dominating my persona
with some amazing
conjuration or
the life
is proceeding toward the scent
of mysterious illusion, or
it's the presentation
of moth's end,
whatever
would
be the epilogue of this night, let
it is, at this moment except
your eyes I'm unable to
see any other thing.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE BEAUTY OF LIFE - -

From that diverticula again the

dream rises where the sun

was sunk, the mysterious

night and the hoop

of dreams, quite

so fills the

new

possibilities in life, midnight

and the fragmented

fragrance of

jasmine

invite

the hangover! somewhere the

inner beauty gradually,

outbreaks the

sleeping

emotions, and the persona - - -

becomes subjugated by

someone who is

existed in the

depth of

heart.

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE LOST GLARE - -

Quite silent is the ocean today, waves
have breathed last, or snipped  
of shore has no more
interest, that's
happened
often,
very few fortunate moments make - -
the subtle designs on the sand,
I do not know, where's the
lost tidal emotion,
which stirred
the inner,
a face that searched the meaning of
life, on the crucifer, remained
some nail stains, drops of
blood has washed
away by the
evening
rain, again soul waits to see the fake
sympathy of midnight glare, life
has to compromise again
again, the world of
survival never
ends - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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IF WE WILL MEET AGAIN - - -

Deception, fraud or artifice, whatever was 

implicit in your heart or mind, I didn't

analyse, loved in the devotional

way to you as pure golden

ray passes through 

the thorn to 

bloom 

to 

create a new sensation, scattering the scent,

physical sanctity hasn't meant, if 

inner waves forget the feeling

of movement, numbness

of emotion is parlous!

after looking to 

somebody's

pain, if 

the heart doesn't influence the consciousness, it

meant, somewhere disorder of persona

is existed, but a person doesn't 

realize it, this is nothing than 

self-deception, as I 

loved you so 

I have no 

option,

several times in life we have to self -

combustion! victory and defeat are just

the chessmen of destiny, it's

life - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

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painting by - ARIEL FREEMAN  s creation WATERCOLOUR 

IT'S NATURAL - - -

At the end of the night, in this way sneer of destiny!

never did I think, when the collapse of 

dreams occurred, I was very 

lonely, scattered house of 

playing cards said the

it's life, my friend,

just take it, in 

easy way, 

you're

not the only one in the world the victim of 

incubus, millions of stars often lost 

the path goes to extinction 

in the dense darkling  

of silence, the 

high waves 

were 

instantaneous, their world was on the surface!

though they tried to touch the blues, 

here I'm optimistic, I love to see

the dream, never mind if it 

break again and again, 

the returning low 

tide explained

beautifully, 

though tonight I couldn't touch your lips but it's

not the end of seen, back again to love

you, it's a promise, the pieces of 

oysters, snails, conchs, the

aquatic weeds, the coral!

all the memories of 

some moments 

remained 

near 

your body, just decorate the outer planet, the 

inner has been submerged into my 

fragrance of eternal affection,

in your breath my soul is

lost, willingly or in

unwanted way 

you haven't

the option to go away it's natural dear coast!

--- SHANTANU SANYAL
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ON THAT VIRTUAL POINT

That path goes to an incognizant destination,

looks in the distance, as echoes lost

its returning back passage,

on that virtual point my

love for you waits

since the day

of creation,

on that

pale

dry leaves of autumn, the condensed

breath rest waits constantly for a

touch of life, the crystalline

emotion aspires for

melting the inner

dream of

past,

on the twigs of flamboyant blooming

trees, the springer of sentiments

peek to the unclouded sky,

talks in subtle dialect

with nectareous

breeze, my

heart

somewhere in the sky path waits for

you, in an infinitude way, the soul

scatters the shimmering

the glow of immortal love,

undoubtedly for

you and only

for you,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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