THE INFINITE SILENCE - -

Seasonal winds have their own 
compulsions, when they will
change the attitude no -
body can predict,
do not claim
more
than pertinent, sometimes the -
life becomes the desires'
stack, and the breath
becomes more
cumbersome
and soul
feels
endless thirst even in the heavy
rain, my friend ! nothing is
enduring, just discover
the hidden inner -
beauty of
survival,
where
exists the center point of relief - -
the infinite silence - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
 

SILENT FOREVER - -

Everybody has to pass sooner or
later, escaping is not possible
from the hazy way, even
the gripping plot of
endearment
will not
work,
however, knowing about all the - -
silky bonds' durability, the life -
has very limited option
to choose the desired
person, and from
here the self -
discovery
begins,
the
soul travels from earth to sky in - -
search of truth, all the man
made doctrines remains
meaningless and
silent forever.

**
- SHANTANU SANYAL

NOT POSSIBLE RIGHT NOW - -

That endless edge has the
innumerable erosion, do
not ask for any unique
wharf, the river of
life can not
grant
for
anchoring, no matter how -
much your are nearer
to the heart, it's not
so easy to please
everybody,
some -
where, the life needs more
proximity to identify, you
may like it or not, but
a long time is
needed to
know
the
inner affinity, just touching -
the coast isn't the sign
of destination, still
there's hidden
many more
secrets
in
your oceanic eyes, just let
me to sink towards the
underground depth
of your mystic
emotion.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

AWAITING FOR BLOOM - - -

Some tender leaves have - -
been emerged on the
neem tree top, the
bougainvillea
has its own
gorgeous
beauty,
the
summer is knocking around,
tho' time never waits for
anybody, however
some dreams
never ends,
they often
return
with
innovative definitions, do not
know, what's harmony
amid the naked tree
and the flying
dry leaves,
some
unseen conversations often
remain in the pages of
mystic relationship,
like a fragrance,
imprisoned
inside
the
petals, waits eagerly for the
twilight - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
 

BEYOND THE EMPTINESS - -

Short or long, any journey has its
own feature, alone or along
with very close, the
moments bring
the life
towards the uncertainty, tho' the
journey becomes little easier
if we get someone desired
person in life, but again
the mysterious halt
remains hidden
in the mist
of time,
some dreams have their own rare
beauty, when it breaks, in the
silence of midnight, we
search the fellow -
traveler with
unduly
but
far - far away prevail over only - -
the endless pin drop
silence !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

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.

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- 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 - -

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- 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 - -

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- 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 - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL