A LITTLE MORE - -

Nothing is regret, in this moment,
only the dream is broken,
otherwise everything
is in its place, the
sky, the moon,
of course,
the
moonlit tuberose, all were so -
vibrant, that's sprinkle of
your love or still
emerging
the
wild aroma from the soul, do not
know, what was that feeling
which affixed to heart
alike the anther
dust, the
inner
emotion is still soaked, tho' the -
dawn has the different
story of realism but
heart desire
a little
more hang over, do not move the
drapery in this moment - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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THE VISION OF PIERCE - -

Any mask, could not change the -
inner voice, invisible eyes see
everything, you can not
change the final
judgement
with the
art of manipulation, every moment
is accounted by that hidden
entity, you believe it or
not, that's your own
perception, but
something
exists
all the times in the backstage of - -
persona, you've do anything,
it's not easy to escape
from the vision of
pierce, it
penetrates all the man made veils.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
  

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UNTOUCHED FEELING - -

By the way, somehow the life
has passed, through the
path of light and
shadow, in
the
way sometimes we've met - -
with great affinity and
sometimes even
we faced
the
difficulty to recognize, the life
has its own unseen depth
of feeling, amid the
lost and found
something
rare
feeling was the unconditional
love, which remained as
usual untouched
by the
volatile season, however, the
life is floated in the flow of
time towards the down
stream without
any regret,

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


 
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THE UNTRACED DREAM - -

Whatever it may be, in your -
heart, let it be, do not
exposed, but in
my heart
except
of love nothing is existed, tho'
entire life, I didn't get the
time for self furnishing,
just ran for the
survival in
the
concrete silvan, that endless -
race had its own glamor,
desire to live every
moment in
search
of
new potentials, the untraced
dream never allowed
me to stay in the
dark four
walls,
even, the ruined body could
not stop to illuminate the
inner feeling, I've
returned
back
several times from the trap -
of quietus, perhaps your
love has given me
the power of
rebirth !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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touching to heart

THE ADDRESS - -

The world is very fraudulent,
in every step there's a
hidden vortex, in
every face
pasted
the pseudo mask, who is the
real person, and who's
the impostor, it's
very hard to
guess,
from one end to other a mist
of mystery is existed, the
game of shadows
makes the
life
more and more challenging -
all error and corrections
makes the persona
more adoptable
more
combative, dilapidated path
itself  gives the address
of destination - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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WITH EMPTY PALM - -

Expected too much, to keep the
fireflies of your love, in the
closed fist, do not
know why,
they
escaped as usual from the gap
of fingers, searched entire
night in the grove of
nyctanthes, in
the aroma
of wild
jasmine, alike the dream of the -
infancy they have been
lost in the crowd of
anonymous
cactus !
the life remains methodically in
the same place where
you've promised
to meet
again,
with empty palm to get your - -
endless love - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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