FROM THE BACK STAGE - -

The game of shadow and light
goes on as usual in the
stage of life, among
the colorful
curtains,
some shimmering moment of
delicate emotion reminds
the charm of survival,
from the back
stage
your love often calls me again
and again, my existence
gets always some
new faces and
I forget
often the sorrow and pain of -
life - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

RETURN TO ORIGIN - -

I've searched you everywhere,
in the crowds of metropolis,
in the peace of remote
monasteries, or in
the evening
prayer
of so called divine river, do not
know why, always, the soul
has returned with empty
hands, I couldn't get
you address in
the mystical
paean
of nomadic dervish, except the
silence there wasn't anything
at the extent of my vision,
someone emerged
in the mist of
mirage and
said
" whom you're searching that's
hidden in your conscience
just try to find it, as the
form of condensed
love for whole
the world "
it should be melt for all welfare.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

MUTUAL ALLIANCE - -

What's the difference, that the
gathering of stars have
forgotten me, I'm
still happy in
my world,
the mirror isn't disloyal to me -
the life has its own beauty
sometimes, it's black
and white and
sometimes
more
than multicolored, transaction
is the truth of life, whatever
I've received maybe
that was fixed,
the aspire
more
than need, only brings the off -
season rain and endless
remorse, between me
and the mirror
nothing is
secret,
just, we've the mutual alliance.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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SUBMERGENCE - -

Nothing remained hidden, when
the eyes unfolded all the
secrets, you've been
dissolved in the
depth of
soul
something like this, that all the -
fragrance of flowers became
uninspiring, I've been
extincted in your
persona and
forgot
all the beauty of cosmic world !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 

SILVER LINES - -

Some floating imagery often - -
makes us upset, and the
mirror asks questions,
tho' all accounts
will remain
here
still, do not know why we run
in the mist of desire, the
swinging spider web,
and shimmering
dew, amid
them, I
often
search you, even knowing that
every dream never converts
to reality, however, the
eyes never stops
to see the
dream,
and this realization refreshes -
the persona, some unseen
silver lines often make
me optimistic - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
art by - Fabian Parez
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SOFT DRIFT - -
The night is passed as the
unfinished poetry, the
dawn has its own
demand for
bloom
with complete obsession !
In your sleepless eyes
still, there are so
many untold
stories,
believe me, still, in your - -
breath there's enfolded
some mysterious
somatic scent,
still you're
in the
world of dream, undefined
beauty of love is existed
in your soft emotion,
you're floating
in the flow
of some divine fragrance !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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SELF-RISE - -

Do not know what is in that
silent call, without knock
it reaches into the
adytum of
heart,
there's nothing any miracle
in that perception when
a person feels the
affinity after
looking
a distressed man, actually -
our life becomes itself
blessed in that
moment,
the emotion moves toward
the compassion path,
all condensed
gloom
slowly disappear, gradually
life feels extraordinary
peace and real
meaning of
survival,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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DO NOT FORGET - -

Somewhere in the fragmented
dream of night - end, I've
seen you, dipped in
droplets of dew,
again you're
crimping
the scattered emotion, on the -
threshold another day is
knocking with some
different aroma,
all the night
bloom
have fallen down from the twig,
that's the rule of nature,
again on the flyover,
vehicles are in
rapid speed,
the life
never stops, just change the - -
page of calendar and of
course ! do not forget
to decorate the
empty vase.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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In my vision's frame, I'm still
somewhere alone, tho' the 
time has left the several
impression, indeed
in the canvas 
of life, it's 
not 
necessary that every angle -
will be colorful - -

- Shantanu Sanyal

IN THE CHEST OF FLINT - -

Some flashing light some darkness,
the life moves as usual on the
path of uncertainty, a little
bit closeness a little
bit fatality, who
knows,
what's hidden in the cave of destiny,
sometimes, in remote wallop
sometimes, without
clouds heavy
rains, the
mood
of nature similar to anchorite, never
stays in one place, in the morning
somewhere on the river bed
and, in the end of day
he exists near
the bonfire
in the
dense mysterious forest, however
in every condition it remains
in the chest of flint - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 

CONTINUOUS FLOW - -

Life is constantly flowing stream,
sometimes from underground -
and many times piercing
the rocks, it makes
the path, from
hills to
the flush land, it moves in helical
ways, the seeds of dream
waits often near the
embankment,
some get
the blessing of soft sun rays and
some get dry before reaching
to maturity, however the
continuation of life
remains as
usual
unaffected, moves towards the - -
confluence point of ocean,
without any regret and
certainly it makes
some green
territories
too - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL