THE INNER JOURNEY - -

The thirst remained unchanged,
definitely, the rain had done
his duty shower with
open-hearted,
indeed, the
list of
desire never ends, rather waits
for uncalled rain, it's hard
to explain to them, that
life has some
numbered
days
and those moments desire the
process of molding, from
Jack stone to pearl!
Even knowing
that the
the oyster – heart isn't easily existed,
however, the search goes
on - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

TOWARD THE DAWN - -

Life wants to proceed in every condition,
let the storm should go back to
elsewhere, where the
dreams broken,
from same
point
a new era begins again, the candles of -
midnight, and the ray of blessing,
the morning will fill the colors
again in the half bloom
tender flowers,
though
the path is full of brume, nevertheless -
life searches the promised land
of peace and love - -
* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL

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THE TANGLED KNOT - -

You couldn't understand my heart,
summary of emotions remained
incomplete, actually that's
not your mistake,
there's
usually a delay in recognizing, and -
we lose the rare affection, often
it happens, the real moonlit
Beauty existed on the
courtyard, but
vision
goes toward the factitious shadow!
And that missing edge of life
gives twinge frequently,
the flow of life
never
stops, it searches new fringes, and -
fills the emptiness with natural
way, when we understand
the value of true love,
it's too late, the
lost moments
never return, the permanent - -
absence of someone remains
in the heart, with the knot of
regret - -

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL

THE FUTURE CAVE

Nothing would remain forever,
Then why too many questions
the crown of the season has no
permanent residence, do not
send the letters by crazy winds,

Colors change every moment
pollination has no boundaries
emotions were bubbles, dreams
anthology of beloved faces
just keep in the eyes, making
the album of life is not so easier,

Clouds kissed the ocean waves
or waves submitted the whole life,
riddles were defeated by destiny
the milk converted into curd, its
not possible to go back again,

The elements' definition is the final
origin has decided on the terminus,
On the way, there are beautiful halts,
the destination is a strange milestone,
we have sowed the love seeds,
what's hidden in the future cave,
Does someone have a miracle power
 to predict?
- - SHANTANU SANYAL

THE PERFECTION - -

A stream unknown, which flows towards
the sea line, maybe, the concealed
source exists in your eyes,
but mind searches
in the misty
valleys,
on the surface of the heart, a sensitive - - -
dream floats with a velvety touch,
in the mystic darkness!
Your love reveals
the meaning
of life,  
often, the persona chases farthermost,
a strange perception gradually
becomes the silvery bird
of aliphatic moonlight,
recites the verse
of immortal
bond,
the entire universe looks comprised in the
palm, life proceeds towards the
accomplishment - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
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TOWARDS THE PATH OF ALTAR - -

In this unblinking moment, you're 

becoming the paused breath
of decades, and I am
searching the
land of
rain shadow below your eyelashes!
in this fuzzy light of evening.
When you're the branch of
nocturnal bloom, then
I'm searching
some cell
of immortal fragrance, to hide in my
inner chest, when the darkness
is spreading in the groves
of screw pine, you're
then the extinct
snakegem !
and 
In that moment, I'm the antidote, the amour.
Poultice makes me toxin free
Man, slowly, my persona
dissolves in your
love - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

I'LL SEE YOU AGAIN - -

Furthermore, I've to go beyond the 

scintillant city of dreams, such

a place where your heart's

volatility can get

a drop of 

peace,

do not follow me, it's not so easy 

to go through the dense -

darkness, just from

here good-bye,

promise 

remain as usual. See you again,

If you can wait until dawn, I'll

try to smile with half

bloomed rose,

or perhaps 

you'll

feel in your conscience, a knock -

of first ray of winter, I'll see

again you with new 

possibility of 

fragrant

life!

* * 

- -  SHANTANU SANYAL 

GOOD NIGHT - -

A few moments, just wait, then go to

sleep, let me keep some

fragile dreams in 

your oceanic

eyes, 

some leaflet of fragrant emotion, a 

ravishing feeling of my heart, 

Please adorn in your 

persona, before

going to 

bed, 

Do not forget the lively poetry of -

love, a nice touch, again 

We've to meet 

tomorrow,

with 

new prospects, with the feeling of the

fresh flowers, till then 

Good night - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

SEARCH OF LOST BLISS - -

When pain becomes itself a medium 
of medication, no more fear 
exists, every thing looks 
in proximity, the 
suddenly
inner 
power opens all the closed gates, - -
nothing remains out of reach, 
the serpentine path 
looks, just a 
straight 
line,
again new zeal welcomes our steps,
the up down graph of emotion,
the distress moments,
gradually gets 
back the 
art 
of survival, unexpectedly life inspires 
with blooming smile of flowers,
and restarts the search 
of happiness - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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pink hibiscus

Shadow Man

Running out life desires to die

like the river merged

in to the limitless ocean,

your love doesn't allow

me to extinguish, it

makes me infinite

light, which has

been died millions of years

ago, your possession

makes me undefined

boon of the closed fist,

if opens, it'll fly

towards the

country of 

butterflies,

you don't

want let

me to

free,

because my persona is 

just mingled in your

soul, I'm now a

salvationless

man of 

shadow.

- - Shantanu Sanyal 

THE ENDLESS FLOW - -

Toward the downstream, very near 
the sea confluence, we've 
been flown, entire 
night, dipped
in a wild 
fragrance, an intoxication perhaps-
brought us, in the moonlit 
valley of infinite 
love, you 
were too quiet, in your eyes, I was 
lost somewhere, in those 
undefined moment, 
we've been 
lived - 
a life of unimaginable beauty - - - -

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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Paintings by Elin Pendleton

THE ALONE PERFORMER - -

 In this earthen stage, everything is

frangible, this isn't the show -

everlasting, in uncertain

period, everyone has

to perform the

own role,

there's no chance of a retake, just -

show your natural talent, the

audience have no time

to look back,

that's only

naked

truth, whether you believe it or not, nobody

waits for disabled travelers, after

some wet - prayer people

leave the soul in

his destiny,

that's

the reality of this world, everyone

exists in the sound of clapping,

but silence has no partner,

it remains as usual

eternally

loner !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

FLICKER OF WET DEW - -

Again, the dream is emerging

from the bed of sleeping
morning glory, again
the life has seen
the new
comet in the mythical sky of -
early morning, anyway
the sooner rather
than later, the
life has
learned the art of survival in -
the adverse stream, the
life smiles in every
situation, that's
the hidden
secret,
which adorns the long gloomy
nights with the flicker of
wet dew droplets - -

 - -  SHANTANU SANYAL  

THE GLAMOUR OF DARK AND LIGHT - -

Where all the time, seven colours are 
in life, many times I've created 
the sand castle, several 
times it was washed 
away by 
the 
deranged waves, many times I've - -
loved you, that's life or your 
shadow,  do not know
exactly, many 
times 
I've returned empty hands from your 
threshold, several times, I just
looked to the destiny 
with aghast 
eyes, 
alike an innocent kid looks at the - -
sitting butterfly of coping, with 
unseen dream, when it 
flies away, he just 
smiles, in 
that 
fluid moments, I often found myself - 
somewhere, changing the page
of a black and white album, 
and suddenly a dried 
red rose falls 
down, 
at midnight, sometimes even the 
grey coloured sky, leaves the 
impression with new 
highlight, again 
life learns 
some 
techniques of compromise, few art -
of adjustment, that's life, the
sequence remains 
continued, give
and take,
the
interchange amid the dark and light, 
existed eternally unchanged - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


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moon and clouds

ALIVE THIRST - -

So far, in your eyes, a thirst is alive, -

half bloom, that, aspire has 

its own beauty, so far 

in my heart, your 

affection

exists with deep roots, let the -

sky changed its colour, still in 

my emotion, your love 

often, scatters the 

angelic -

fragrance, so far in my heartbeats- -

you've been mingling alike

the dense realisation,

in body and mind

you've been 

gone - -

dissolved in this way, that it's not --

so easy to release you, from

my persona, no other 

option you've got to

flow in my 

veins 

alike the life, sustained, nonstop, - - -

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

PRE DECIDED - -

Yes, I know that everything is pre -

decided, however unwanted 

rain sometimes fills 

the deserted 

space,

the unexpected incident has its own

glamour, in a wink changes 

the entire parameter 

of life, upheaval

of emotion

or the

breakdown of dreams, anything 

can happen but at all events

life finds out the path 

of survival, after

every night 

the 

dawn is inevitable, the sky stays

on the unseen pillars of 

hope, the space 

moves with 

the 

graph of breathing - - - - - - - - - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

DWELLING IN THE EROSION - POINT - -

Very far, at the end of the vision,
somewhere amid the sky
and earth often your
image appears
with unique
beauty
of
inner reflection, life alters - -
with colorful emotions,
alike the dormant
flow of offshore
river, which
goes in
its
way silently, towards the sea,
do not unfold all the wet
secrets, indeed it's
difficult to get
confidant
of heart
just
keep some beautiful pearls - -
in the edge of your
soulful eyes.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE BEAUTY OF LIFE - -

Some incompleteness in life
increases the fun of
survival, do not
accept the
defeat,
it's not the final destination -
across the skyline, there
are some welkin!
if you trust me,
then walk
with me, so far, you haven't
seen the blooming of
thorns, you've not
looked the
revival
of desert stream, you're still
inside the silky cocoon, tho'
realism has its
own bitterness
but believe
me, the
the beauty of life is contained in
reverse flow - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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NOTHING IS CHIMERICAL - -

Perhaps, it feels little bitter, but
believe me, it's true, that
nobody waits for
longer in the
life's
journey, everyone runs behind
the shadow of desire, and
somewhere, it's difficult
to remember the
left over past
moment,
we've
no option to just overlook the -
beauty of emotion, indeed
in the flicker of neon
light, nobody has
time to wait
for the
moon,
life has its own perception, no doubt
waiting for longer time
isn't the solution
of chronic
wound,
in this
world nothing is chimerical - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

NO REGRET

 The game of balancing, the rope
is stretched between the two
poles life goes cautiously
holding dream, and
seasons reciting
the mystical
music,
birds watch breathlessly, walking
on the strange, hanging desire
cord, nothing was magic,
only a sting in the
heart to
reach the destination,in the game
of balancing, audience clapped,
predicted, excited, enjoyed
loved, hated, appreciated,
 I reached to the other
end, it's different
story, I had
seen
the way of survival only, in the below
was valleys or floral bed I had no
time to think for consequences,
my vision had obvious
reasons, live and
 let live to
others,
I performed my job beautifully, and - -
the compromise is the part of life,
so I have no regret - -

* *

 - - SHANTANU SANYAL

DARK AND LIGHT

The whimsy of the nirvana brought
me, on the stairs of the Ganges,
before the offering, the sacred
flowers, water, honey, sandals
the flow of the river rejected the appeal,

they wanted to see my egos,
depth of heart, the life s hidden
diary, the verification of shadow,
the shock of exposing the body
and mind, I had no explanations,

the lines of the forehead are crossed
to each other in a such way that
unwillingly, the mission was postponed,
far away in the muddy waters,
the sun was sinking or searching
the way to create the morning in
some other planet, Siddhartha and
Sujata both were looking to each
other, I preferred the middle path,

returned to my beloved world,
as I have to live in my way, loving
to surroundings, it is my paradise,
might be full of miseries, agonies
but the ultimate destination is here, only
among the dark and light faces.
---- SHANTANU SANYAL
(Siddharth is the name of Buddha and Sujata
is a lady who offered sweet rice during
end of Buddha's meditation)

THE UNDEFINED BLISS - -

In your eyes, there's a glimpse of
lost childhood, I again want
to be with you, in your
reweaving of
dream,
among the flock of some nomadic
pigeons, I'm still searching
your unleashing
laughter,
an unbound flight, upwards the - -
sky from the burning earth,
looking for a natural
pleasure,
in your open palm still existed the
touch of colorful butterflies,
in your dream still
inhabited
some swarm of fireflies with the - -
amazing brilliance - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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ART Andre-Kohn 1.jpg

BLOOMING DESIRE - -

Whether it's the dawn of a long
crippled night or be the turn
of the desired destination,
every single
moment
of life is to live adventurously - -
nature has its own way,
doesn't care to
anybody,
it's a personal matter that how an
individual fill the colours in
his life! Everyone has their own
way to
look at the dream, be it coloured or
black and white, there
should be desire
for replete
bloom.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

ACROBATIC SWIRL OF DRY LEAF

Here the river loses the pride, ego,
self-deception, gradually mixes
into the sea, goes silently
beneath the massive
waves, accepts
the rendition,
the sky
looks, surprisingly, her inclination !
on the way stony wharf, fixed
vessel, the tree ficus
religiosa, offering
flowers, floating
lamp on the
plantain
stem,
all receded far away as the soul -
left the corporal planet, when
autumn knocked on the door
of nature nobody has
the crypto – lane,
the desires
become
on that
moment of the pale, stale, dry leaves
falling down the surface in
acrobatic way, blues
laughs loudly, the
wind has no
certain
destination, who knows where to
continue the travel of life,
the floating on the
wind, looks too
beautiful,
river now into the dense chest of
ocean, forgetting gradually
the address of origin,
now her identity
has different
look, it's
destiny !

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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SOMETIMES IT'S HAPPENED - -

Do not force me again, to fall in the -

traps of blind chasm, with a 

great difficulty, life has 

recouped just now,

a blue beam 

of your 

eyes goes through the frail emotion, 

a covert stream flows in the inner 

valley of sentiment, a wish 

to touch you, a desire

to feel you, inner 

the chest, 

often 

brings the persona, on the trail of - 

unusual mystery, I'm afraid,

somewhere an unseen 

conspiracy of 

fortune, 

inviting the uncalled storm ! neither 

clouds nor the crash of 

thunder, I do not 

know, then 

why -

before the night, the heart vibrates 

with strange perception - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
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Ioan Popei Angel Painting 

NOTHING ABNORMAL - -

It's meaningless to wait for midnight,
the misty evening has befallen
long ago, now it's time to
be lost in path of
nomadic
dreams, vagrancy of life says, every
flamboyant bloom hasn't the
ambrosial feeling, just
like a broken
promise
which never keeps the scent of love,
again I'm returning toward the
adust desert, again I've
to learn the art of
living in the
thorns,
well done my friend, at least life has
knew, the difference amid the
real and paper flower - -

* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
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camellia art

THE CREATION OF MIRROR

When the heart is illuminated, the body 
doesn't demand more pleasure, 
it becomes gradually the 
anchorite, denial of 
outer beauties,
peculiar 
self 
identity emerges with hundreds 
petals of rare lotus, life 
searches your love 
somewhere into
the whorl of 
spiny 
bloom, the crystalline teardrops
of self-immolation existed,
in the umbilicus of 
cognition, the 
real 
reflection of character becomes
clear here, soul meets to 
absolute soul in a 
way that mirror 
becomes 
the life, 

- -  SHANTANU SANYAL