BEFORE THE DAYBREAK - -

The last train of southward
passes as usual with
whistling,  piercing
the chest of
night, the
last
o'clock reveals the realism
of broken dream, some
obscured stars still
searching the
safe haven
in the
lap of morning glow, scream
of sandpiper brings the
freshness in jaded
soul, perhaps
some -
where nearby exists the - - -
wetland, the life again
is ready for another
combat, indeed,
indomitable
desire to
live
never allows us to extinguish,
unseen instinct creates
the role of catalyst
and we become
again ready
to fight.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

DIFFICULT TO SAY - -

The life has its own canvas,
some dried moments,
some blooming
affinity, some
inner
fragrance, and few drops of
love often refreshes the
soul, just required
to adapt the
mood of
time,
it's not necessary that every
day will be as desired,
the season has its
own way of
move,
in the morning there wasn't
a piece of cloud, when
the sunset every
where its
raining,

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

NOBODY IS EVERLASTING - -

Every flow has the merger point
maybe the great ocean or the
small lake, everything has
the same destiny like
a burning candle
breaths the
last
when the dawn knocks the door -
of darkness, maybe my access
was limited in comparison to
you, but it doesn't mean
that I didn't try to
embarkation,
everyone
in the
world isn't lesser than other, the
success or failures are just
the matter of momentary
surge, every wave
has to scatter
in the brim
of the
oceanic mystery, few waves only
remains on the chest of edge.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

NEED A CHANGE - -

Let's write a song again, without
script, without any language,
just expression through
one's eyes, feeling
of innermost
heart
should be emerge with natural - -
beauty of cherry blossom !
the enchanted spill, let's
create a spellbound
emotion in our
smile, that
every
one will feel the morning breeze -
of blooming valley, yes, it's
true that  life has lots of
hassles, however
we have to
steal
some happy moments too, the life
needs a change with the season.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
 

UNDERNEATH THE OPEN SKY

Somewhere everybody is here a
thirsty wanderer, looking for
something, the scope
can be anything,
from somatic
pleasure
to the
peace for soul,  ever inside the - 
mysterious puzzle and
sometimes merge
into the blue
sky, our
mind
has  no intermission, sometimes
the life desires more than
imagination and many
times, we want a
gift of deep -
sleep,
far -
away from all scream of finding -
and losing, sometimes, we
want to live cool, in our
own way, underneath
the sky, just gazing
the world of
light -
walker, drowning - emerging stars.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

PICK YOUR OWN - -

Between the morning and twilight
the graph of shadows have
their own impact, it's
not  necessary
that every
thing
will
be accordingly our wish, even tho'
a persons writes entire life his
diary with routine way but
you believe it or not,
the pages of life
remains as
usual
just
blank, indeed, the endless desires
dominate us in every step and
we never emerge from the
depth of darkness, this
is the bitter truth of
our life, till the
last hour
we
want to experience the pleasure - 
it's different matter that every -
body has his own mask,
some love house top
and some enjoy
camouflage
pick your
own !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL




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THE SHADOW OF CLOUDS - -

The sky is existed as usual in the
cipher, the stars are broken
millions times since the
centuries, the beauty
of creation exists
in your soulful
eyes, it's
matter
of
vision, which makes the emotion - -
more beautiful than dream !
while all the happiness
remains in the depth
of heart, a person
searches them
here and
there
without any reason, like a traveler of
of desert chases the shadow of
clouds - - which never comes
down - - !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ART OF SURVIVAL - -

Nothing is in our control, the -
natural clock runs in its
way, amid the dark
and light, the
life goes
on
in its path, sometimes the sky
becomes highly clement
and sometimes even
the trees turn back
their face, we
wander
for
a peace of shadow, however -
we know very well the art
of survival, not only
for self, rather
for others
too,
the collective pleasure has its
own depth, just try to share
some moment of bliss.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

UNFINISHED TRAVEL - -

Between the rising and falling waves
of emotion, somewhere, exists
the unseen stagnation, on
that  self - churning
point, the soul
gets the
real
contentment, and the life proceeds -
toward the bliss of clairvoyance,
but before reaching on that
estuary we need to get
the inaccessible -
sensation of
self - flow,
the
life needs a complete experience of -
igneous travel, beyond all taboo,
a continuous journey - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

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