THE TOUCH OF BREATH - -

The depth of night wasn't easy to
measure, just sinking towards
the profundity of silence,
merging in each
others soul,
abysmal
feeling
of
revival from stone age to eternity,
flight from the silk trap towards
the open sky with wings
of butterfly, the inner
undefined beauty
which you've
given to
me,
now persona doesn't want to stay
anymore, on the land of somatic
bond, it's eager to break all
annexure of man made,
just complete liberty,
to dissolve in
your full
entity.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

RE-PROMISE - -

Again days are becoming long,
somewhere, amid the falling
leaves and winter end,
some memories
are still warm,
the life has
its own
way
of
search, again in the desolate
looking canopy, cuckoos
will play trick of nest,
that's the art of
survival
best,
do
not  pause the flow of emotion
just let it flow along with the
hidden stream of deep
valley, tho' through -
out the ages,
nobody
keeps
the
promise of affinity, however - -
nothing is wrong to
promise once
more - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

WINGS OF HOPE - -

A dream which makes the life
meaningful, a proximity
which emphasizes
to create a
beautiful
person,
sometimes heart wants that -
pure affinity,  like the
transparent -
stream of
remote
silvan, flowing in its way just
cool, crimping the open
sky in its depth and
defusing the
inner
beauty, tho' everything isn't
possible to acquire in
life, however the
wings of hope
should
not
become the hostage under
any circumstances - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

COZY CORNERS - -

Sometimes, breath and silence of 
river become complement to
each other, the evening
descends slowly on
the stairs of old
desolate
shrine, gradually the sound of bells
extinct in the darkness of banyan
tree, and priest closes the
doors of sanctorum,
alone clay lamp
remains
beneath the basil plant with flicker
of some moments, who knows
all boats of down stream
came back or not,
who keeps all
news about
the next
door, the business of world never -
stops, amid the light and dark
everybody weaves the
silken thread  of
dream, tho'
it's hard
to predict durability, sometimes it's
existed entire night and some -
times it breaks in a moment,
however we never leave
to search the cozy
corner in each
others
chest, and that's the beauty of life.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 

JUST FEEL IT - -

That drop which fell down from
my eyes, didn't get refuge
in your lap otherwise
it would became
the rare pearl
of the
endless effulgent, that's again
the matter of own fortune,
however, every drop
has a life may be
tear or dew,
just feel
for that emotions, which make -
us real human being, if we
can read the definition
of wet eyes - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

TOWARDS INFINITY - -

It's true that this world is like a 
colorful water bubble, just
a matter of momentary
pleasure inside the
closed eyes,
when
it opens nothing exists in the -
limit of vision except the
shadow of beautiful
dream, again
our life
has
to compromise with reality of
invincible path, again a
new beginning, again
you're hidden in
the unknown
potential !
and
the journey again proceeds.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

BEFORE THE NIGHT END - -

Ardor to feel the falling sound of
dew drops, in the winter mid -
night, I sat sequestered,
beneath the jasmine
grove, do not
know, how
you've
been
included my breath in your soul,
and my existence became
like subterranean flow
of pathless arid -
land, but my
love gave
you
the endless hydrous emotion, tho'
my destiny is nothing more
than a camphor crystal,
before the night end
it extincted without
leaving any
trace !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

IN THE FOGGY DAWN - -

Morning has its own commitment,
at last reached to horizon after
leaping the life long murk,
moonlight has its own
compulsion hence
didn't know when
it changed
own
path, indeed in the end of night - -
every person remains alone
in his own world, in the
shadow of galaxy
your love is
still
reflecting with freshness, and the
life gets some new definition
of affinity, again as usual
the roses are blooming
with mystique beauty
of foggy
dawn.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

FIRE RING - -

 

Once someone told me that -
promises are made for
break, and that's
why, often, I'm
afraid about
that, and
do not
believe in meeting again, the
path of life has its own
snakes and ladders,
who knows the
character
of dice,
even a moment is lesser for -
becoming monarch to
almsman ! nothing
is everlasting,
I know very
well,
however the heart desires to
love you, until the end of
the creation, some
contradictions
have their
own
beauty, or the intentional - -
play with fire rings, just
screwing with
destiny.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE VISION - -

Every dream has its own
importance, either
seen by closed
eyes or the
awakened
sense,
the
life has its own glamor - -
maybe suppressed
pain or the silent
arrow of deep
eyes, in
every
point there's hidden a lot
of emotion, now it's
depended on
a person
that
how the vision crosses - -
all the obstacles !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL