LOST IN MYSTIC DARKNESS - -

As usual the window of emotion
was opened whole night,
the over night the
dew drops
were
falling down silently, nobody has
seen the pain of jasmine,
drop by drop it has
squandered the
aroma of
heart,
that's the tale of hidden midnight
nobody has felt the unfulfilled
desire of earthen lamp,
the unsung cloister
of remote and
my love
remained stranger as usual to - -
each other, alike the scream
of wounded antelope, it's
floating forever, but
couldn't realized
by anyone
that !
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- SHANTANU SANYAL
 

BLESSED TOUCH - -

Do not know, in which side
the moon is risen, I do
not remember
anything
in this
infatuation, there's a dream
land before the eyes
and I'm walking
with stagger
step, do
not know, where's existed -
the destination, in your
love, I'm liberated
from all the
cosmic
world, in the mystic fog I'm
searching your life giving
touch - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

RE - BLOOMING DESIRE - -

Sometimes in life, some strangeness
is necessary too, monochromatic
attitude brings gloominess,
hence do not hesitate
to adapt the bliss,
even in the
thorny
groves, the pleasant morning appears
often, after the night of broken
dreams, I'm still optimistic
to get a glimpse of
golden skyline,
tho' the
delicate petals have been fallen down
several times, before the night
end, however my emotion
never accepted the
defeat, the
desire
of re-blooming never dies - -  it grows
in multiple way - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
  

 

DROPS OF LIGHT - -

In search of recency, often the
life wanders in the path of
mirage, even knowing
that this isn't more
than the self
deceit,
however, the desire remains - -
incomprehensible, and it
chases non-stop the
shadow of dream,
the body
sprawls on the floor, sentience
becomes zero, the soul
moves towards the
clouds of mist,
in that
dim path we often search the -
drops of light - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

INVISIBLE LINE - -

Just leave the glim of
memories with me,
nobody knows
where, the
evening
will be
under the shadow of
night, the life has
its own abacus
of moment,
ever in
the leisure you can -
calculate them
one by one,
but the
charm
of lost moments you
couldn't get back,
you can touch
them by
eyes
but, you can not feel
them, there will be
a fine streak
amid the
reality
and dream forever - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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