THE SECRET BOND - -

For a little while, stayed the
flow of dreams, or your
eyes captivated
the body
and
soul, everywhere was a bit
intoxicated encirclement,
that's the influence
of amour or life
is toward
the
beautiful blooming valley !
do not know heart in
this moment, it
seems that
the
sky and earth have been -
swapped their existence
with secret bond !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 
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flower of night

QUESTION REMAINS AS USUAL - -

Relieve me, from your elusive shackles,
let me once again to flow, like a
river in wilderness, free from
all the edges, let me to
fly above the
endless
skyline, free from all obstacles, the flight
unleashing, grandeur of blue sky is
scattered everywhere, once
again life desires to
crimp the sky
in arms,
the dreamy possibilities have its own - -
beauty, do not snatch the half
asleep dream of my
eyes, that's only
my precious
little fief,
it's easy to release me from your all  the
talismanic enclosure but question
remains as usual in its place,
whenever you'll think
about the fragile
heart - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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THE INNER FEELING - -

Do not try to test me, again and - -
again, once passing through
the amber, the person
becomes non-
effective
persona, do not care the temporal
binding, your affinity has the
somatic scent only, in
my love consisted
the beauty
of the
celestial aura, just matter of inner -
feeling, the purity of soul, tho'
it's undefined, shrouded
beneath the mist !
if possible
just try
to burn yourself through the rhythm
of incense stick, in the solitude
of sanctorum, not in a
shrine, that place
exists only
in your
conscience, alike the crystal clear -
edge of unknown, unexplored
island, eternal silent !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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emerging beauty.jpg 1

THE TOUCH - -

In that wet night, you were -
somewhere in my
heart, a little
worried,
some self-effacing, a little - -
shrinking in yourself
alike the wild
stream
of summer shrinking in itself,
it's difficult to say that how
you've searched the
hidden edge in
my breath,
the life
just looked your blooming - -
persona in the mirror
of conscience,
and forgot
the
world, and the path of gloom.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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The Art of Julia C. R. Gray

MIDNIGHT KNOCK - - ( HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL DEAR FRIENDS )

Let remain, some stories beneath
the fog, some emotion untold,
in fact, let remain silent,
certain stinging
realization,
just
now, snow is melting on the tip of
poplar, some unseen dreams
are eager to germinate
beneath the dry
leaves, in
your
arms shrinking the world of milky
way ! just do not break the
circle of beautiful
coziness, the
new year
is on
the door with new hopes, just - -
keep me in your heart before
the trance knock, in this
moment, life doesn't
think the desire
more than
you - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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Dew Drops On Roses

I'M THE SAME PERSON - -

I'm the same person, whom you -
met once, with intriguing
vision, and swapped
some soaked
emotion,
I'm the same untouched notation
which became the melodious
song, once you've touched
it with passionate
fingers, you
may or
may not remember, I'm the same
migratory bird, whose nest
was in your heart,
perhaps, in
your
corner of realization still consisted
some colorful broken feathers
with wet feelings, I'm the
same soul which
is remained
in your
persona alike the hidden fragrance
cell of the dried tuberose.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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Elizabeth Blaylock Paintings.jpg

THE TWILIGHT MIST - -

Some unknown dreams, again
breathing beneath the mist
of desire, it's now just
the twilight, till the
midnight keep
alive the
longing of century, some buds
of the night queen are still
demure, to open the
door of fragrant
sanctorum,
just keep
the intense passion, secretly in
your heart, let me to prepare
extremely for widespread
melting in your love,
just wait for the
moment of
dew fall,
extreme veneration is required
for complete fusion of
body and soul.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL



 
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'Twilight Mist' by Hong Leung

SPROUTED SPRIG - -

Life is in a continuous flow,
stones of shore, or the
falling pallid leaves,
dream droplet
on tip of
twigs,
always call to the returning
spring, every eyes'
have some
beautiful
vision,
the life is the another name
of cactus bloom, at all
events we've to
smile with
the
deep breath, the season - -
never breaks promise
tho' sometimes
it may be
delayed,
but
never forgets to make the
re-blooming on vast
desolate valleys
of desert
steppe,

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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Marion Drummond Art

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Artist Kathy Morton-Stanion 1

THE IMAGE - -

The paths are full of thorns so -
what, we can not leave the
campaign, to get the
clue of promise
land, the
continuous walking is the name
of life, nobody waits for the
pessimistic face, just
make the pain
itself a
remedy, nobody has time to - -
translate the meaning of
wet eyes, we have
to create the
meaning
of our
life, sometimes the conscience
becomes the savior itself,
and shows the trail
of destination,
condition
exists
only that we have to self identify.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

   

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Artist Kathy Morton-Stanion