ON THE ZENITH POINT - -

that's the empty bowl of Socrates,
or the extreme veneration,
in the zenith of the 
passion, love 
becomes 
the 
inverted rainbow, on the altar of - - 
amor, the body remains on 
the earth and soul 
amalgamate
with the 
beloved's indulgence, the cosmos
looks so tiny on those moment,
before the eyes only 
existed the 
image
of lover, whole the world becomes 
insignificant, and the person 
accepts the crystal 
clear venom 
with smile,
looking the rare prismatic aura of
immortality - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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THERE'S SOMETHING - -

yours simply silent smile, eyes 
pour light, somewhere 
the trembling lips 
are hiding the 
delicate 
feelings of the heart, it's not so 
easy to conceal every -
thing, some 
secrets
reveal itself, the face reflects -
the inner emotion, no 
doubt, something
you've lost 
unpriced,
maybe an object or something 
invisible realization, but
it's sure, that in 
your eyes 
there's 
an amazing glow, which wasn't 
before !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  



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THE MOONLIT BLOOM - -

entire night the storm has played 
with my persona, overnight 
the breath kept 
wandering, 
do not 
know, where was the soul and - - 
where was the somatic 
world, that was 
the bed 
of thorns or the bed of petals but
definitely your love created
magic, throughout the 
night, there was 
a sweet 
intoxication in my existence, the 
flight fledgeless ! your 
contiguity melted 
my inner 
sky, long night, drop drop spilled
out the moonlit feeling, drop 
drop, I've been lost in 
your amazing
charm !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 



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THE TRANSPARENCY - -

alike the soft sunlight of early 
morning, your love goes 
through the veins, 
toward the 
life, the 
emotion blooms similar to the 
delicate bougainvillea,
which appears 
without 
any sound amid the trembling 
leaves, in the tired last 
o'clock of night, 
the drop of 
your
eyes converts in the form of -
the mass light of divine 
beauty, brings me 
from darkness
to the 
great illumination, neither sky
is there, nor the canopy 
of stars, in that 
cipher 
land, only existed the purity -
of heart, complete 
transparency !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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THE INNER WORLD - -

on the stage of midnight, all the 
masquerade secrets, in 
a stroke became 
evidential,
in fact 
it's not so easy, to get salvation
from the predatory instinct,
sleeping devil or the 
gray conscience,
actually 
entire source of good or bad - - 
originated in our mind,
and who is able 
to control 
the 
negative or positive thought, no
doubt that particular person 
will touch to some 
extent, the 
mystic 
world of divinity, where all pain
and pleasure becomes 
unswayed to the 
persona !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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pink beauty 

THE RUSTED ECHOES - -

that person, who loved me endlessly,
did not take long to change the
color, it's really hard to 
predict, mystery
of season 
and 
floating valley of mist, but that person  
didn't sleep a moment, after 
breaking the delicate 
bridge of feeling, 
I know, the 
remorse
can't
alter the invisible crack of glass, the -
time never waits for anybody,
remains only before eyes 
some empty vases
and dry flowers,
rusted 
echoes, and disorganized realization.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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empty vase 

IT'S TRUE - -

it's true that for your love, the 
life is so short, but it's 
heard that, after 
death even 
soul 
can get the beloved one's -  
address, a belief
which puffs 
life in 
the 
stones, and that myth do not
let me skeptic, hence 
I'm searching in 
every face
your 
face, maybe it's my illusion
or something else but 
nothing is greater
than your 
affinity,
which never dies, exists till - -
the existence of 
cosmos.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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OWN CREATED - -

miles long loneliness, and 
unending darkness, 
sometimes in 
life, the 
option remains very less -
when familiar faces 
behave alike the 
stranger ! on 
the end 
of path, standing persona 
looks back, but that's
too late, It often 
happens, we 
forget to 
live for ourselves, nothing 
exists in hands after
disillusionment,
however 
we've 
to live, as a waif in the - -
own created 
world - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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THE INNOCENT FEELINGS - -

so far in your look existed a strange 
glow, still in your heart, there's 
remained the soft touch 
of my love, the life
is self-evident 
truth,
however, you're still wandering on -
the geometrical path, do not 
search the perfection 
alike the mirror 
image,
it's difficult to get the complete man,
some definitions are not the 
indelible truth, dark and
light remains 
always,
too much grooming will finish the - -
inner naivety, let keep alive
the innocent kid of 
emotion, 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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