THE BUSINESS OF MASKERS - -

In this moment, there's nothing
true than our existence
as the man and
woman, all
the
speculation when fail, the real
religion rises with new
definitions, those
stories have
no origin
just
magical revelation to exploit - -
the innocent, between
the sin and virtue
the suffocation
of breath,
and
mastermind's hilarity, that's all
the doxy trap, something
inside and out exists
under shroud !
all is the
game
of survival where the small fish
eaten by large, since the
creation, in the name
of unseen deity
everything
is fair 
in this world, the business of - -
maskers goes on - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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THE DEPTH OF SOUL - -

A voice from afar, at midnight,
alike the fellow traveler of
tramp fragrance, the
love, which
moves
in its way, crossing to all the
men made boundaries,
beyond physical
appearances
realism of
true
love, exists somewhere amid
the body and soul, that
eternal realization
has the infinite
redolent
feel,
have you felt that ever, if not
then, you haven't live
the life with inner
bliss, just
floated
on the flow of time in vain - -
the extreme ecstasy
remains in the
depth of
souls,
beyond all feature, colors or
men created ethical
labyrinth !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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MOIST DREAMS - -

You're still in mist, tho' the
weather has been
changed the
sides !
anyway, it's not too late -
still, some dreams
are eager to
spread
the wings, in your heart
some emotions are
deranged to
touch
the moist edge, do not -
hide the truth of life,
everybody
needs
a companion, the path of
life isn't so easy, in
every turn, an
intimate
friend
is required with smiling - -
face - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT - -

The labyrinthine stirs of life, and
unexpected meeting with
you, certainly makes
some expressive
beauty, a little
bit covert
and
slightly fenceless ! some shaky
emotions, some paused
steps, the persona
becomes a little
bit moony,
the
life searches the lost paradise -
somewhere in the depth
of your eyes, the
game of sink
and
emergence goes on throughout
the night, there wasn't trace
of sleep, far away - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 
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painting by Carol Engles

THE MOMENTARY HAVEN - -

Nobody in this world is timeless
companion, all the strategy
of delicate threads
existed on a
wink !
the moving mirror and visual - - 
changes rapidly on the
swirling stage, in the
crowd of masker,
very hard to
know
your address, all the conclusion
remain hidden as usual
on the backstage,
among the
rising
and falling of curtains, the life - -
searches the momentary
haven, to share the
unsaid feelings,
silent
language of the heart floats on
surface of profound eyes.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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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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