THE UNSEEN LINE - -

I'm impatient wild stream of -
the rainy season, you're
the inclined beauty
of bougainvillea,
somewhere,
the aspire
to touch each other, maybe
call the unwanted storm,
in this intoxicated
moment, it's
better to
draw amid us an unseen fire
line, inner beauty is very
important for abiding
the love, outer
layer has
no surety it falls accordingly
the season - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

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art by Julie Gilbert pollard 

THE CURVED LINE - -

I know that after every cacophony,
there's a long silence, indeed
every thing has the time
limit, and we've to
respect that,
'cos the
time never waits for anybody, the
night had its own lurid beauty,
and the morning exalted
itself with blooming
light, between
these two
shades of life, we've to walk with -
cautiously, it's different matter
that how much the path
will be favorable,
but the main
motive
is proceeding towards the skyline.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
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THE EVERGREEN EMOTION - -

The effect of your compliments
do not permit me to get the
consenescence off-
season, and
that's
reason, I'm evergreen in all the
condition, maybe upstream
or mid stream vortex,
your love always
embraces
me with strange affinity, believe
me, I return always from
the depth of gloom,
unconditional
love never
makes
me abandoned shell of oyster -
before the falling of night
you give the safe
haven in the
heart,
and, I love to sink in unbridled
waves of your wet emotion,
believe me, again I run
behind the dream
of mid night,
alike the
awakened an innocent child - -
just running behind the
beautiful butterfly !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
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STRANGE FLICKER - -

The night is proceeding towards -
the depth of dense darkness,
except, the rise and fall
of our breath, there's
nobody, in this
midnight's
silence,
you know, sometimes, the silence
itself becomes the epic of
romance, and says
more then
textual,
in your eyes emerging again some
strange flicker of jargon, in
the mysterious asleep
valley, again the
night bloom
throwing
the redolent loop, slowly, our souls
are becoming the unfettered
creatures of primitive era,
far away from all
hypocrisy,

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
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THE REAL ESSENCE - -

My feelings have no end, from
a torrid desert to lush green
wet land, somewhere
I'm always existed,
that's the only
matter of
realization, sometimes into the
eyes of innocent childhood,
sometimes in the pain
of exploited human
being, in the
hue of
war zone, I'm always searching
the path of real humanity,
I can feel the pain of
barren eyes, 'cos 
I'm alive,
whatever is your faith or myth - -
if it teaches hatred to other,
then it's better to reject
that satanic cult,
there's no
other
great cult better then humanism,
live and let live to others,
that should be the
real essence
of life - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art of jack carter

THE END OF MYTH - -

Still, we've to go far, yet not -
entirely blossomed the
moonlight, just
now the
petals of jasmine are opening
the aromatic treasure, this
ephemeral blessing
has soulful
effects,
amid us there shouldn't be - -
unseen distance, the
love needs freely
emergence,
without
any perversity which is called
the absolute devotion,
where all myths
end  - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
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DO NOT ASK - -

Do not ask the realism of my
life, after every wounded
night the morning
smiles, the
world
looks so graceful from the - 
shadow of window, but
reality has its own
hidden face,
do not
ask the secret of unleashing
persona, eroded coast
has no complain
to the river,
some
chronic pain becomes itself -
remedy, the time is the
great clinician, it
fills the cavity
gradually,
there's
no pause in journey of life, it's
different matter someone
will wait for you or
not but you've
to move.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
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Elizabeth blaylock art

LET'S MOVE - -

In the drizzling rain of early morning
let's move, somewhere in the
clouded mountain, there
should be some
change in
the
monotonous life, the same morning
to evening, complications of
survival, same pseudo
ointment's hand,
a novelty, is
very
important in life, let's move, in the -
lap of generous nature, I'm sure,
we'll get the real pleasure,
somewhere, in the
flow of springs,
in the
fragrance of wild bloom still existed
the untouched realization of
pure affinity - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
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THE CLOUDY NIGHT - -

The night passed away silently
giving some unseen dreams,
in the mist of clouds
the morning is
again
searching the lost address of
your enchanted affinity,
in fact, everything
has an age,
the
emergence of wrinkles with - -
time is natural, together
with environment
self molding
is also
important, nobody waits for the
wounded co - traveler, that's
the bitter aspect of life
and the truth is
always
bitter, maybe, those all familiar
bright faces have their own
compulsions, that's
why, they forget
to look
back but the journey of life is -
as usual continue - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE INNER BLISS - -

That was somewhere within me whom,
I have searched entire lifetime,
often, we forget to look
innermost mirror
and wander
behind
the mirage, indeed, that thirst becomes
the desire of insanity, when the outer
layers of beauty collapsed
one by one, then we
want release
from
ourselves, but the emancipation isn't so
easy, every character has to perform
the role on the frangible stage,
in the backstage, destiny
remains standing
with silence,
show
goes on, somewhere among the colorful
screens, perhaps, we've met and
lifted the oath for lifetime,
tho' we've no idea
about the next
moment !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/