SOME DESIRED MOMENTS - -

Some passed drenched moments,
some whispering morning wind,
some familiar fragrance
perhaps, some
memorable
proximity
often
exists as a chronic intoxication - - -
some rainy midnights, the -
touch of some deep
breath, and the
long sweet
tiredness,
often
fills the outcry of the deserted chest,
cannot deny it, that every soul
needs the ointment of
affection, without
desire there's
no life.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL


 

NOBODY WAITS - -

Maybe mirror doesn't know the compromise,
however, the life never leaves the hope,
and wipes out times to time, dust
of despair, on that narrow -
streak, often your love
flickers with new
dream of last
o' clock,
believe me, the persona comes back from - -
dark caves of the nightmare, in the end
of barnacle travel, the soul gets rest
in your breath of affinity, tho' it's
indelible truth, that nobody
waits for a person who
remains behind of
the caravan,
often
that alone traveler has to find out the address -
of the morning - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

STEP UP - -

Do not wait, step up, this beautiful
season has the own compulsion,
in the remote, the blooming
valleys are calling you
with the loving
appeal,
nature just knows to scatter the - -
inner beauty, do not be centred
to yourself, there's a lot of
treasures are hidden
in the lap of earth,
just explore
the real -
bliss of life which are hidden in the
beauty of nature - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

AT LAST - -

At last, the rain is again complaisant,
tho' some emotions are just
smouldering like the
bonfire of the
night end,
again
some dreams are sitting on the edge
of the wet gallery, still, there's
the fragrance of wild
jasmine, still
you're
very near to my heart, tho' it's the - -
matter of perception that how
much you have been
dissolved in the
inner depth,
it's not
so easy to define in the words, affinity
remains always under the mist
of pin drop silence - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

  

COMPANION OF DARKNESS - -

All the curtains had been rolled back,
now, no one else is familiar or
alien, everyone has played
their role beautifully,
that's the different
matter that
some
emotions remained in the backstage
just silent, lost in the sound of
clapping some affinities
didn't find the real
admirer, indeed
in the meena -
bazaar of
this
world everything is sellable, a person
should know the art of exhibition,
nobody likes to look back
the immersed sun - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ENDLESS JOURNEY - -

There's a long journey to go if
possible then come along
with me, still, the skyline
is far away and the
depth of night
looks just
infinite !
the blooming morning has its -
own accountability, however
in this moment, do not
lose the hope, I'm
sure, there's a
flow of light
across
the darkness, some truth of the
awakened eyes, some pure,
innocent smile of new
born baby, the life
has still a lot of
space for
the lost
paradise, still, there's a chance
to collect some droplets of
midnight dew - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

 

IN THE CHEST OF OYSTER - -

A far scattered silence, in the empire
of moonlight, a painful call of the
nightbird, and circle of the
dream, under the high
heeled trees, the
heart desires
to love
you,
as a dark cloud often passes in the -
midnight, just touching the canopy
of summer forest, when the
night changes its sides
with lemony scent
of wild jasmine,
the flaming
persona
rests
in your innermost emotion as pearls
sleep inside the oyster with the
silken dream of rare beauty.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
  

ITS OWN BEAUTY - -

Let it be an extravaganza creation,
too much sophistication will
damage the innermost
emotion, do not try
to cordon the
beauty of
purity
in
your own created circle, butterflies
need the uncovered gallery for
remote flight, flowers allure
in their natural instinct,
do not try to keep
the fragrance
limited to
just
yourself, the life isn't only for self - -
desire, sometimes try to burn
in the moonless night, as
the earthen lamp
awakes till the
last hour
of
night, the pleasures of this entire -
night's awakening has its own
beauty of satisfaction.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

SOME HANDS' DISTANCE - -

Everyone has its own definition of
happiness, some needs only
one handful pleasure, and
some remain a cipher
even getting the
entire sky,
actually
the
thirst of life never be extinguished,
it starts itself whenever it ends,
that's a spontaneous way,
goes on as usual with
searching various
point for existing
in this world
with its
own
way, sometimes we've succeeded 
and sometimes the destination
is missed only by distance
of some hands - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL


 

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