THE BLUE UMBRELLA - -

Night has left over the darkness, -
somewhere in the floating
island of fireflies, all
the dormant
memories
have
been returned back from the edge
of downstream, everything is
now looking as washed
in the first rain of
premonsoon,
again
a beautiful morning is knocking - -
the door, sound of far-flung
trains now losing their
vanity, the arrival
of the morning
fills all
the
emptiness of silence, life's hustle,
and bustle is as usual continued,
as the competitions have
been started again
for the survival,
that's the
beauty
of life,
in the twists of the flying bridge -
the increasing traffic shows
the race of survival,
the game of hide
and seek is
continued
amid
the sun and clouds and the sky is
the silent spectator - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
 

WITHIN US - -

There's a lot to say, there's a
lot to hear but the lack of
time often breaks the
bridge of affinity,
the person
chases
throughout the ages, to the - -
mirage of desire, there's
a lot to feel, there's a
lot for absorption
but we miss
all the
beauty of inner emotion, and -
often return back to self
made bridgewell, and
often we become
the victim of
loneliness,
indeed,
all the
roots of the trouble existed - -
within us, but the blame
goes to others.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

ART OF SMILE - -

 Floating lotus and emerging mist
of remote hills, the dawn has
its own fascination, first
rays of the sun brings
several undefined
steps of life,
we just
proceed towards the path of - -  -
survival with new hope
and in search of a
new horizon,
amid the
flying
bridge and the underground rail - - 
track, the life chases for a
better another dawn,
tho' some dreams
remained as
usual
ungerminated, and some become
ready to fly before maturity,
in every step the life
knows the art of
adaptation,
and
that's why never forget to smile - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

UNDER THE WATER - -

Yes, I know my limitation, and
that's why I've drawn an
unseen marginal line
around me, your
desires have
dormant
flame
of
ancient crater doesn't follow - -
any ethical mask, tho' I'm
afraid, sometimes to
touch your delicate
emotion with
my wild
scent,
in
this world nobody is beyond the
natural nakedness, maybe
a self-oriented hermit
or the elite man of
so-called civil
society,
all are
the
same danglers of the merry-go  -
round, wearing multiple masks
in the fair of world and
playing their hidden
cards with the
art of bait,
under
the
water, who will be the next prey,
in this turmoil moment, it's
really difficult to say.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

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.

* *
- 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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