SELF CONFIDENCE 

the ebullience of river and waiting of ocean,

amid these two points life learns the 

survival, the game of destiny 

hides the prediction 

below the 

turbulent waves, whenever we ride on the -

boat, maybe an uncertainity emerges

but mast says it's your day, just

float on the direction of flow,

the destination has its 

own priority, you've 

to mold the 

future, 

between the immersion and emerging a 

breath existed for deliverance, and

that's the sign of flickering 

coast, to reach the 

stair of shrine

life learns

self - purification without any philosophy !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

  art by sino origin 

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JUST STAY A WHILE - - - 

as after fierce summer, deposition

of the clouds, in the north east,

monsoon's signal isn't 

somewhere in 

your eyes, 

again 

emotion going to drench the life, 

isn't leafless tree eager to

touch the water of

the undulated 

lake, in

the hydrous heart, hidden buds have

impatience to bloom, the 

dream says, life has 

still lot of 

potential, again recollecting someone

the pieces of broken 

kaleidoscope, 

why not

be

the elusive night adorn in new colors, 

aspire to live in a new way,

just wait, in some 

moment, the 

full moon

will be

emerged from the valley of wild flower, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

illusive full moon night 
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IN THE MISTY VALLEY 

the painful resonances are returning from the dale, 

it's not illusion, not even a dream, a silence 

of cemeteries, night is slipping away

like an iceberg, the feeling's

liquidity, not knowing 

where it wants 

to take

the body, soul, uneasy conscience, the sinking 

emerging life; a condensate storm in

the innermost, or you're  

standing in the

distant or

a phantasmagoria, steeped in pain, sigh, longing

for the salvation of the soul; losing town, 

house, broken windows, shattered

glass pieces, free bond of

affection neither

close and 

not someone farther; deep isolation, on the body

surface the nameless flowers to be bloom,

not mortification, not alienation,

nor fondness, an

homogeneous

heart, 

freedom from arrogance,the destruction of

haughtiness , self-deliverance, no

light, no darkness, a 

lasting peace, 

earth and 

sky, where consistent, prolong dense fog - - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Artist Ann Brennan
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THE MYSTERIOUS WHORL

in the mazarine darkness of fragrant twilight,

aren't you near to heart, the restless

vortex is eager to scatter the

intoxicating aroma, in

the remote,

some

stair of dreams alluring the emotion, on the

roof of passion, isn't the flower bed

throwing the fascination trap,

it's your insistence or

life is playing in

the waves

of

destiny, whatever is that, but life is ready to

accept the adventure of night, between

the carnivore flower and the bee,

the love is standing with

self-devotional

torch,

somewhere, before the closing of fleshy

petals, life wants to say it's extreme

dedication, difficult is liberation 

but not impossible, depends

on your individualistic  

effort - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

painting by Isaac Levitan
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BEYOND THE DARKNESS 

in the link of evening and dawn, numeral -

bivouacs changed the definition of

life, some equations were 

broken in the just

beginning,

some

breath last with faded color of flowers, it's  

again the game of destiny or some

thing else, we are in front of 

each other, familiar

jeremiad

and 

complaint, nevertheless, invisible glamour 

or an affectionate appeal says to 

life, that darkness has also 

the hidden beauty of

illumination, a 

flickering

hope, 

an address of extinct destination of future - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

artist CAROL KEENE
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AFTER THE RAIN 

the penance of years, or the waiting of

depressed eyes forced the sky,

to break the condensed 

ego, the rain lashed

the inner deserts

last night, 

the self produce darkness or the destiny; 

whatever was that, but life didn't 

leave the search of light, 

it was necessary to

war with himself,

after 

defeating the deposited narcissism, the 

heart looks as the crystal clear

water of wild stream, the 

sediments of hatred

gradually 

disappears, and emotion flows with the 

beautiful waves of innovative 

thoughts, in the heart

the tiny plant of 

love, have

been 

sprouted with new hopes, to touch the 

first ray of morning - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

art by Laurie Justus Pace
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The River - - 

across the giant river;

nobody knows what's there,

the grove of question marks is 

waiting,a silence of the endless 

desert, some familiar unfamiliar faces,

looking with strange gaze, walking 

toward the mist shrouded path,

the sound of waves crash 

with mysterious way, 

distant memories

are like the 

restless

sea,

sometimes 

nearer sometimes 

in the remote, where's

inhabited your affinity, love,

cordiality, the pledge to live with

indefinitely, a mirage of decade long,

nothing remained stick with the

body, gradually the layer of

affection falling down 

one by one, the 

life is now 

the 

echo nomad; wandering endlessly to 

get a look to persona, which have

been missed in the crowd of

fascination and illusion,

aimless search for 

a blankness or

the eternal

truth - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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  by artist Darko Topalski

THAT'S YOUR CHOICE 

wait a little while, the sun has just 

immersed into the ocean

cumbersome breath, 

let it be a little

careful,

just wait a while; your image would

be in the soul, your love should

be touched depths of the

heart, distressed

conscience,

must 

be soft, let go in that world, where

everybody to be raw gold,

eager to go through

the flaming path

of truth and

fidelity,

just wait a while more, I've to wear 

the hydrous casing of self 

transparency, then 

you play with 

my body

or 

touch the soul, it depends on your

discretion - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
beautiful sun set 
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THE PACIFIED MOMENTS

That's some drop of water falling 

on the-glassy surface, or an illusion of
your love brings the life
toward the ruined
shrine of by-
gone
era, whatever is that mirage or realism,
as looks crystalline emotion, eager
to reflect the hidden glow, the
moonlit tuberose are
awaken with
secret of
scent,
do not know, where's the destination
of perfect achievement; but it's
certain that all the desires
goes through your
eyes into the
sea of
pacified waves dissolves all the ego,
false boasting arrogance - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

pacified sea
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