THE BROKEN VOICE - -

Every morning has its own fascination,
sometimes, it emerges from the
mist of nightmare, sometime
it searches the familiar
fragrance around
its own, amid
the fall
and
recoup, often your love says undefined
poetry, sometimes it appears in
you glittering eyes, and many
times, I have seen it, in
your sotto grin,
alike the
first
light streak on the mysterious horizon !
sometimes your affection floats
from the temple spire, my
jaded emotion often
sits on the stairs
as an
adorer of centuries, I don't know, my -
broken voice touches you or
not - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL



 
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dripping color

THE PERFECT AWAKENING - -

In that look existed an amazing
hypnosis, the entire cosmos
floats in the cipher, that
invisible truth has
millions eyes,
it's not
so
simple to hide the swivel of the
conscience, perceptions
have several flight,
often depends
on your
mind,
it's not necessary that everyone
will follow uniformly, and
this natural instinct
draws a line
between
the
humanity and animalism, that - -
feeling which says, the
holy spirit exists in
every face,
without
any
discrimination, beyond the color,
feature, or man made all
the philosophies, let
me to follow
that great
soul
who is existed inner me itself in
half - awake condition, let
him wake up with all
senses, from
body and
mind.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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THE ENDLESS EMPTINESS - -

the crowd of bigots, in the name of
religion, annihilating the world,
burying alive women and
children, the so called
angel of peace
watching
silently!
where gone all follower of messiah,
proceed toward the venomous
serpent, do not make
yourself unheard
the groan of
Yazidi !
what's difference amid the painful -
scream of Gaza and Israel, every
one has rights to survive,
nobody knows the
real gate of
God, then
why
this genocides, live and let live, do
not desolate the beautiful
human world, if man
will not alive
then
what's use of so called superior faith,
everything is depend on the graph
of breath, otherwise the entire
cosmos is the mysterious
dream of last' o clock !
after opening
the eyes,
remains endless emptiness, miles - -
and miles - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 


 
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art By Artist Samuel Durkin 2.jpg

EVERYTHING IS FAIR - -

In the maelstrom of life, there
are so many snarls, have
an open, then, another
twist overlaps, It is
really difficult
to please
everyone, however we can't -
escape from showoff,
rather every one
has to play
in his
way, sometimes in relation -
ship, diplomacy has
special role too,
nothing is
wrong
in that, everything is fair in - -
love and war - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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art By Artist Samuel Durkin 1

THE TORCH BEARER - -

Let me emerge, from the ashes of -
time, I'm disappeared but not
extinct, just call me with
deep affinity, I'm
very near to
your
heart, it's not so difficult to get back
the lost confidence, in every
face exists the beautiful
soul just love them
with purity,
the
real shrine of humanity inhabited in
the translucent heart, beyond
all the disorientated
prophesy, in
your
face often appears the reflection of
true human being, because
you never discriminate
the man on the
basis of
sect,
and that's reason, you're the real - -
torch bearer of love and
peace - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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Jo-Neal Boic - Nipomo artist

FOREVER UNAFFECTED - -

Not knowing why, until today
that person with silence,
has plenty to say,
but never said
anything,
just
smiles whenever comes vis
-à-vis ! the cycle of
season moves
in its rhythm,
as usual
all
branches thrive with the new
leaves, later blossomed
too, and again the
autumn said
goodbye,
the
nature performs its duty with -
out delay, but that person
alike the serene sea
always absorbs
the color of
sky in
the
depth of chest, some hearts
are free from all the
allegation, they
know only
smile !
among the sorrow and bliss
forever unaffected !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL




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jal rangi chhavi

INVINCIBLE VENERATION - -

Something is still remained to -
say, tho' it's too late, do not
close the door of atrial,
the twilight has its
own compulsion,
circle of life
shouldn't
be so
parochial, there should be some
space for other too, in your
love, I've seen some
beautiful scintilla !
some floating
drop of
emotion, which are falling slowly
on the surface of worship plate,
the persona desires to
exchange the
soul with
the burning pastilles in you love.

- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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devoid address

UNEXPECTED SILENCE - -

as, the floating vale in the clouds of
fog, sometimes, affectionate
face looks outsider,
little bit darkish,
such as
vapor drops on glass windows - -  -
suddenly the relationship
becomes stranger,
after the horse
laugh an
endless silence sometimes creates
a peculiar mystery ! persona
thinks about the depth
of emotion, indeed
some comma
or semi -
colon
have its own importance, however - -
the inner expression does not
care the rule of grammar,
it reveals from the
wet eyes or
from
the language of heart beat, however
life has limited option, as usual
life follows the path of
compromise - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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art by PAVEL GUZENKO

THE LOST ADDRESS - -

some stories are endless, move
throughout the ages, some
origin point are existed
in your inebriate
eyes, after
the
sinking, difficult to emerge ! just -
a person searches the path
underground, in the
web of exit, the
body and
mind
forget the world of earth and sky !
into the wet darkness of
your love, the life
gets back
the
illuminated city of ecstasy, slowly
the flurried soul discovers
the missing address
of your heart !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 
Gaétane Lessard WATERCOLOR
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THE TRUE FRIEND - -

 a true friend no doubt, exists even in
the clumps of sorrow, the sky
of life is always variable,
nobody knows the
mood of next
moment !
just
now galaxy was flowing from one - -
end to another, just now
someone has looted
the city of light,
that's the
phase
of life, nobody can predict the secret
of future, however in the crowd
of shadow your love, often
becomes the magical
lantern, and
somehow
the
life get back the extinct shore of light.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
art by gaetane lessard
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