OPEN SKIES - -

After a long time again, in the
groves of flowers, there's
an exaltation, that's
a knock of
spring
or someone has expressed -
the inner emotion with
inclined eyes, a
strange
hankering is pervaded in the
ambiance ! just, the life
is flowing on the
uncontrolled
stream,
sometimes, it's necessary to
leave the persona with
the reckless wind,
like a run away
kite of blue
sky - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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THE ABSOLUTE TRUTH - -

Your heart is still equally -
beautiful, as it was
before, nothing
is in the
charm of face, it changes
with season, and
finally one
day, the
reflection becomes the - -
abandoned object
of debris, do
not know
why,
often people forget easily
the reality of earth !
which is the
absolute
truth,
rags-to-riches, everybody
has to accept one day
the judgement
of destiny,
here
escaping is not possible -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


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the last aroma

THE INFINITE SMOKE - -

Everything has to be extinct -
one day, this land or the
foreseeable, stars
adorned the
grand sky,
nothing
has the eternal treaty, in your- -
eyes, I do not know, how
much is the absorption
depth, however
the life, still
stretches
the
arms for disintegration, do not
know, where is existed, so
called, the path of fire
shower, the final
point of purity,
the
process of replete refinement -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 
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THE VIBRANT FEELINGS - -

You must wait tonight,
somewhere in the
long - spun
silent
of
moonlight, just feel me
in the depth of your
nerve, I'm
existed
in
your inner breath alike
the Yogi of secluded
monastery, in
search of
the
invisible deity, my love
moves in your
heart alike
the
passionate fragrance -
of divine flower,
invisible but
vibrant
feel.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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ON THE LOST PATH - -

That twist became itself the turning -
point, where once, you've left
my hand, indeed infidelity
sometime teaches
the art of real
survival !
that broken bridge became itself the
gondolier to cross the river, the
time feels all the wounds
itself, but credit goes
often to the
stranger,
the world's fair has its own different -
fascination, hanging on the
cipher, that's your love
or the whirligig of
uncertainty
whatever,
life tries to catch always, the floating
dreams, sometimes very close
and sometimes far away,
alike the butterflies,
beautiful, but
little bit
illusory, again life has to sign on the
compromise diary - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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TOWARD THE RETRIEVAL - -

The stricken shore was looking - -
just silently, the storm was
unexpected, came,
and in a
moment had passed too, leaving
the extensive destruction,
often in life it's also
happen,we
think
something else, and happens - -
something differ ! some
riddles have their
own glamor,
remains
buried throughout the ages into
the depth of conscience,
but shore has its
self healing
point,
gradually the wild flower creeps
up on the sand bed, and
again migratory birds
return to the
edge.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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THE UNEXPECTED BETS - -

The stayed steps need a -
synaphea, unflinching
approach toward
the target,
nobody becomes the jaded
traveler's companion,
indeed, the bitter
truth remains
hidden in
the depth of extreme love, -
too much sweetness
invites very soon
sadness, in
your
eyes, I've seen some glare
of exceptional light, tho'
everything isn't gold,
in spite of that;
sometimes
the life
plays the unexpected bets.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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NEXT MOMENT - -

Why, your eyes are cumbersome,
spring's knock on the door,
calling you repeatedly,
a strange aroma
is eager to
fill the
loneliness of heart, indeed the - -
dreams have to break some
time or other, but that
wasn't the last
halt, there's
many
horizons, determination is required
to get them, the graph of joys
and sorrows are the phase
of life, just take it easy,
who knows the
next moment
will be the
turning point, the trail of blooming -
valley - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL



 
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ON THE SLOPES - -

From where we've started walk
and where we've been
reached, except
your affinity
do not
remember anything, the time - -
has its own law book, the
face changes in its
way, helpless
mirror
remains in its place always just
speechless ! your all efforts
can not change the
fortune cycle,
everything
isn't
in our hands, however, journey
of life has to move, again
on the slopes of
wilderness,
some
wild flowers are eager to bloom.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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THE UNFINISHED POEM - -

Alike the smoke of frankincense,
emotions smoldered until the
last crystal, your love
has the endless
solemn
fragrance, the life desires often -
to burn with intermissive way,
moonlight nights are
the tale of four -
days, but
your
love brings the persona towards
the eternal brilliance, just
a gorgeous flow of
divine blaxe,
beyond
all the myth and reality, the body
and soul meet on that point
where all veneration
reach to the
end - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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