SOMETHING ELSE - -

That beauty has its own
inner aroma which
doesn't make
the line of
division,
that's remained unseen -
but mobilizes the
quenchless
soul, in
his way, that's matter of
faith, if you believe
then, it's gold,
otherwise
only the
soil, indeed, it's existed -
in every breath, again
question arises for
verification, but
many riddles
remain
as usual unsolved, the
scattering mist has
its own beauty,
maybe it's
called
the mysterious deity or
something else - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

REALIZATION - -

Nothing is changed tho' time
has its own velocity, the
seasons have been
changed sides,
but emotion
remained
in its
place as usual, you're still in
the depth of conscience,
that's the matter of
realization more
deeper than
ocean,
the reflection often floats in -
the heart, and the affinity
reveals from the eyes,
sometimes in form
of tear drops
and
sometimes it spills in form of
blessed luminosity, nothing
is changed tho' time
has its own
velocity,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

NO OPTION - -

At what point, you -
were standing,
believe me,
I have
searched you in
every corner,
anyway,
again
it's all the phase of
destiny, many
times we've
no option,
and
train lefts the
platform, in the remote
remains the continued
numbness, emaciated
echoes, and some
sound of
shattering glass,
however, the
life has
to
come back as usual on
the hilly track - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

INTROVERSIVE FLOW - -

A quiet river, such as missing in
itself, many secrets hidden
in the chest, it flows
or paused, hard
to say -
in the fog of unsolved riddles of
your love, I'm still searching
the way of ultimate
peace, tho'
all the
path of salvation are originated
from your mysterious eye,
however, the people
remain lifelong in
uncertainty,
indeed
the thirst become more longer -
then the life - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

OFFERING - -

The light from the gorgeous
arch of your heart, again
penetrates into my
conscience,
again
life is flurried to touch your -
love, perhaps one day
I'll get liberation
from the all
birth's
fascination, do not know the
method of worship, my
veneration is just
unknown from
all the man
made
priesthood, it only knows to
offer the soulful flower - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

FLAMING BOUNDARIES - -

The fest of illumination created
the illusion in this way, that
we have forgotten the
truth of darkness,
but after the
night
there's always the existence of
morning, and that belief
never made me sad,
some beautiful
moments
in your
vicinity created undefined bliss,
tho' everything has its own
age but, somewhere
the pure love
crosses
all the exceptions, the flaming -
boundaries look it with
surprise - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

JOURNEY OF DREAMS - -

In this silent dark night, let -
a lamp lit, in the depth
of emotion, tho' I
know, the
storm
has its own free will, doesn't
care anyone, however,
do not stop the
journey of
dreams,
as far as the eyes can look,
there's nothing except 
your existence,
dipped in
the
aroma of nocturnal flowers -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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 !
* *
- 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