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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Abstract-Art-Leaf

INFINITE IGNITION - -

Do not know, in which turn, we'll
meet again, till then do not
extinguish the ember
of emotion, it's
true nobody
remains
nearby
throughout the ages, however - -
some bonds are beyond
the imagination, even
exists after the
nihility of
the
universe, and that unseen ray of
expectation never allows me
to fall from the blooming
branches of life,
tho' I haven't
control on
the
mood of autumn, however, the - 
beauty of life contained in
the eyes - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

LEFTOVER ALONE STICK

Tender rays of morning, searching
something on the veranda,
where gone the person
carrying newspaper
in hands talking
with terrace
garden,
sitting on the boundary wall, doves
are curious to know about the
graybeard, giving every
day pieces of grain,
with affectionate
eyes, calling
them
with sweetly, they flew from one corner
to others, didn't get a glance of
life, a walking stick is left
over near the easy
chair, but those
wrinkled
hands
have not existed, may be extinct into the
mist of early morning, depressed
sunlight waited for sometimes,
gradually gave up the search,
doves are mourning or
singing the love
songs, it's
difficult
to say, but they didn't come back again,
daisies have dried, the shadow of
stick now became longer,
night has knocked
the door with
moonlight,

--- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE UNSEEN RIVER VALLEYS

The clown's soul adopted the life

no one has seen the wet eyes,

I waited for a glimpse of 

a smile in the 

torrential 

rainy 

nights, performing the art of love 

to everyone missed many times

to laugh for a while, the 

magic of claps pulled 

me frequently, I had

forgotten the 

value of 

persona, in the path of wilderness, 

I sing the song to avoid the 

nightmare, on the bridge 

of emotion, walked

alone many 

times, to 

touch 

the

evening blues, I dipped my fingers

into the stable river flow, 

dreams emerge with 

novel way, removed

the residue 

continually 

to see the

accurate 

reflection of life, I found the self 

hollowness has the slightest 

pain, the bubbles of 

happiness are

so brief

it 

dissolves very fast but during the

survival distributes a lot of 

rainbows, breathings 

want to become, 

in these

moments, the unseen river valleys,

set sail on the waves of 

sentiments, life 

wants to stay 

in the ring 

of the 

show

dreams swing from one end to the 

other!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

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SOMEWHERE ON A STRANGE PATH - -

Resurfaced backwoods smell, out of 

mirror, your reflection now in 

a search for easy prey, 

softly you're

in mood

of 

passionate killing, again my persona 

is effervescent, desire is now 

dense darkness, longing 

to swallow everything,

strange moment

of ignition,

don't

know the distance between the flame

to ash, that's your obstinacy or

my desire to disappear,

whatever, it's too 

late for 

withdrawal, an endless journey toward

the unknown destination, without 

wrapper, on the horizon 

appearing some 

golden ray or 

you've 

altered my life into metallic fluid, hard 

to say - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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perfume of night-flowers- artist Catalina-lira

THE MESSIANIC ZEAL - -

 Between the door opening and 

the last knock, a gap of 

an era existed,

however the 

hope 

doesn't extinct, perhaps one -

day, breaking the rusted

chain, someone will 

pick up the 

feeling,

that evergreen emotions have

its own beauty, no matter

who is familiar or a

strange face, 

every 

breath wants love, every heart 

beat desires a pleasant 

affinity, a meaning 

to live and let 

live to 

other with dignity, life waits 

frequence for that 

messianic 

zeal !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 

LIFE somewhere in the MIRROR - -

I had faith in you, something more 
than myself, I had confidence,
you're different from 
others, that's 
happened
often 
in life, we think something and 
happens differently, that's not 
a rare phenomenon, the
wilderness remains
in every soul, 
suddenly
rises 
with spiked claw, before recovering -
it blows deadly, but it's also 
true, mistake teaches 
a lot, the journey 
of life never 
stops,
when the dormant conscience has 
awakened, then the morning
ray knocked, and the closed
door of passive 
sentience,
from 
that point of instinct again begins 
the process of new creation,
that's a messianic call 
or inner howl, but 
stirs the heart
with new 
wish. 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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jesus  - - art by Sanatan Dinda India.jpg

THE ENDLESS CHASE - -

Ever look from inner eyes, the beauty 

is hidden in every face, alike 

the river bed, the source

of water remains 

beneath the 

sand,

ever touch the abandoned soul with -

real compassion, sacred heart

creates the miraculous 

effect with unknown 

shade, those 

faces 

have a meaningful life, whose eyes 

become lachrymose after looking 

the distressed man, what's

that priesthood, which

creates difference

between the 

living 

souls, nobody in this world is venial!

then why too much desire to get 

beyond expectations,

endless desired -

combustion,

don't

know, wherefore the ceaseless chase,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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Una rosa (A Rose), Ignacio Pinazo Camarlench_ Spanish (1849 - 1918)

THE ELUSIVE BEAUTY - -

 

Untouched, undefined that
perception has the
natural beauty,
alike the
core
land of a sanctuary, lush - -
green and wavy blue
the soulful emotion
of innermost,
your love
brings
the life toward the dreamy -
land! In that mystical
wilderness exists
heart shaped
lake, the
life wanders on the trails of
uncertainty, to catch
the wild butterfly
with elusive
beauty.

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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THE OUTER RING

Internal ignition is in the heart!

We searched for the lights outside,

spectrum of life has no confines

self interest made the big circle,

around the egoism numerous

mirrors rotate day and night,

image remains opaque, whom to blame

here persona becomes ostrich,

Life has some created imagination

shadows on the water were stable

the flow of senses dwindled every time,

the oyster carries endless pain to

produce a new dream for your eyes,

Your love has masked beauty

my acceptance was primitive sting

tried to collect the beautiful falling

drops from the waterfalls, some

looked like a pearl on the palm, few

fell down became wet clay,

creator's scarf has unlimited space

its different chapter that how much

we have collected in

our heart, as precious love drops,

Someone stretched large arms!

but I wouldn't be able to hug, as my

persona didn't recognize to image,

–SHANTANU SANYAL

BEYOND THE SELF CIRCLE - -

Even willingly, it wasn't possible

to break the web of intimacy,
everybody in this world
cannot be Buddha,
those all the
dreams
which are somewhere related to
us and that's the reason,
eyes never weaved
the beautiful
world for
self-interest, indeed throughout
the age we have looked the
dreams for the beloved
ones, some dreams
remained half-
hearted,
some proceed toward the dawn,
the process of waiting in 
life would never end,
and, there's
hidden
the beautiful summary of our life.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

TOWARDS THE LIGHT - -

In that infinite path hasn't the milestone,
life is a continuous journey, on
that turning point where
you met me as an
unexpected
rain of
exposed sunshine, that diversion now -
became the landmark of our love,
an affinity that brings me
from subastral planet
to the celestial
cognition,
life
goes toward that real adoration, where
everything becomes explicit, with
crystal clear beauty of the inner
depth, the image of
truth and false
can easily
identify,
the
somatic attractions end here. The new
a flare knocks on the closed door.
of conscience, to explore
hidden possibilities
of humanism,
ascent
of
the ultimate truth begins from that point - -
* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL
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THE EFFULGENCE OF SMILE - -

You have your own preferences, my 
compulsion isn't less, too, 
somewhere between 
these two dike
flows the 
river of life, multi-angular desire 
existed on the bridge of
dreams, let's go 
with some 
pretext, 
toward the unknown destination,-
why not, for some distance,
there should be a 
beautiful 
treaty,
isn't necessary for a lifetime, few
moments of love aren't
lesser than the
longevity!
A lively smile, which can change 
the storm's approach, 
please look me 
with that 
life 
sustaining, an affectionate - - - - 
glance,
* * 
— SHANTANU SANYAL 

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A DROP OF LOVE

Aghast eyes saw your modified face,
did you exchange the conscience, 
this is the angelic look says life 
is beautiful, just touch the 
pulsation of the heart 
softly, feel the 
moisture 
on the 
dark circle of eyes, I have seen the 
valleys of rare blooms often 
cockle in your persona with love
and peace, the chortle of 
youth, innocent laugh of 

kids playing on the 
streets backlog 
rainwater, 
the raw 
beauty of life, did you gaze at the 
monsoon sky covered by 
thick dense clouds, 
a drop of emotion
had its own 
a pathetic 
tale, 
several times it has flown from 
the forehead to down the 
chest, in the twilight, 
someone collected 
a few reasons 
for survival, 
shared 
elation, a dream, had no monopoly, 
night scattered darkness equally 
on the earth, the blues spent 
the eternal beauty in the 
heart, from the 
acropolis to 
slum, 
fireflies are inherent aesthetic land, 
let lit the candles of love,
—  SHANTANU SANYAL 

DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

Cross perforation isn't new for me, since
the entire birth, life slept on
the bed of prong, on the
burial ground or the
dreamland if
heart and
mind
becomes atrophied, exhausted, it -
hadn't option, just a moment
after laying on the rough
surface, eyelids fall
At the end of
intermezzo,  
the
desire to spurse the precious gem -
studded crown on the forehead,
nothing was wrong, it's a
different matter that
times have given
the crown of
thorns,  
your love wasn't a mirage or rare
object, the bet was very simple
related to corporal, you
reached, achieved!
May be satisfied
for certain
extent!
But is it the conclusion of life or, the soul
desires endless horizons,
the reason to live wasn't
so simple I know, here
unquenchable
emotions
have
multidimensional expectations, your
love has a solo interest, my vision
beyond the sky, as multiple
the reality, a planet of
kaleidoscopic
dream within
a dream!

- SHANTANU SANYAL

OLD MIRROR WITH NEW LOOK

Nothing is changed amid us,
as usual, the unceasing
bridge remained in
the depth of
heart,
tho' year is passed on its way
of the serpentine graph, 
sometimes you've
forgotten to
open the
door,
perhaps sometimes, I couldn't
be heard the knocking
sound, however the
flow of emotion
remained
as
usual mountainous stream - -
there's nothing here to
account, just clean
the old mirror
with new
hope,
the blooming valley is waiting
for you - - that's the life's
real essence - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ENDLESS WAIT - -

A feeling that supports distress

heart, that you're present in my

life, somewhere in the 

backstage, tho'

hidden in 

mist,

My intuition doesn't allow me to give 

up the paddle, whereas, the 

stormy sky misguiding 

the shore, but I -

believe, you

are still

waiting for me on the land of grit, an

intense affection is visible in 

your face, from the mid-

stream, I can see, 

your presence

in the 

thorny thicket with a blooming smile - 

and that belief performs as 

an unseen role of 

anchor !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE REALIZATION - -

The truth revealed in your aqueous eyes,
The pain emerged in my heart.
Alas! Nobody knows, 
the gist of silent waves 
which flows 
amid 
us, call it love, or keep whatever name -
As you wish, the summary has 
the simple expression,
a natural appeal,
to feel the
agony
of someone, it's an indication that the soul 
still surviving, the conscience is
breathing with full vivacity,
Life isn't becoming
the slave of self-centred desire,
There are other things besides my pain.
Numerous pains in the world,
and that realization
makes one, the 
real person,
of blood
and flesh with the vibrating pulse of the - - 
humanism, and here rises the
Sun of the Renaissance - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE FRAGRANT ADYTUM - -

Don't touch me; just look from a distance.

evanescent dream is my persona,

somewhere after touching 

shouldn't be broken,

this prismatic

love has

its 

own stipulation, as the lacy leaves of - - 

Mimosa pudica, in a wink, closes

the gate of emotion, please

Keep my image around.

your eyes alike 

the silent 

flower

vase remains in the corner of the heart, the - - 

diffused aroma floats invisibly

day and night, makes 

the conscience 

adytum of 

pious

temple of humanism, an incessant - - -

flow of selfless affection - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE AUTUMN WIND

Dripping sound, nobody listened.
Last night, dew had drenched
the dried meadow of life,
the sky inclined with
beautiful manner
towards the
earth,
In each particle of a planet, a
sensation of potency, the
The rebirth of passion
filled by autumn
wind, on the
leafless
twig
Tender sprouts are waiting for
the virgin ray of early dawn,
The somnolent face slowly
making the space on
the chest, a touch of
sizzling lips, the
condensed
desire,
in sequence, passing through
the muscles, bones, blood,
entire persona now in
dominance of your
thrilling grip,
life going
towards
the totality, from the physical truth
to the mist of celestial bliss,
comprehensiveness of
A loving soul is the
unexplored
mystery,
- -   SHANTANU SANYAL.

Promised Land

In the search for Promised Land
We had been roaming from
Savannah, Sahara to foothills of
Himalayas towards the ocean end,
Prior to the continental, drift,
I met you in different places, how
Could it be said that we have no
Relation, in that grand migration
Near the Jordan River, in the
The beach of Dead Sea I assured you,
The planet would be one day
More beautiful than paradise,
In the corner of pyramid, we dreamt
A morning with love and blessing,
In the meeting point of Nile
Moreover, Mediterranean Sea, you
Loved me with completeness,
Later I encountered it again in
The valley of the Indus, in the lush
Green field, I have seen you in the
Temple stairs of the Ganges offer the
Sacred flower to the rising sun,
I heard your divine voice in the
Misty evening, the song of unknown
Sailor of the boat, in the stable waves
Whispering, I don’t know, never
Think, you are different from me,
A homogeneous dream among us,
Appealed to live together, the
Reflection of tears, smiles, cheerfulness
Depressed face, have no religion,
How could they say, you are not
Related to me, not included in my
Planet, the origin terrain of our
Exodus may be far away but our
Search for promised land is continued,
- SHANTANU SANYAL

UNEXPECTED APPEARANCE

 

 

You reside on the crown of providence
the soft ray of dawn tries to touch the
intimacy, as lesser God's children play
on the stairs of darkness, my emotions
have no large space to grow the cyclic
blooming bushes, bonsai plant waits till the
falling of noon to get the scarlet light of Sun!

Unexpectedly your appearance on the
veranda of life gives me a possibility to
love you, in bottom of rejected cavity
dreams have colonized, they wait there
raise hands, your shadow provides them
short term peace, I revive my persona
try to shun the crystalline wet moments!

Your breathing passes through the algae,
microorganism, amoeba, adoration twists
the path of evolution, desires are critical,
amorphous love emerges from reduntdent
well, follows your echoes, chases the heart,

I know, it s not possible to sleep with sweet
dreams, unwillingly your mind thinks for
me, uncontrolled thoughts brings you over
and over to see the depth of hollow space,
I feel that, without any linkage, a strange
waves travel from echoes to heart I realize
that you love me, this trust converts the life
as an infinite religion, I pray, try to get you!

---- SHANTANU SANYAL