INNER ENTITY - -

 All accounts of life remain in the
womb of time, nobody can
predict the view of the
dawn, still night
has to cross
the long
dyke
of
darkness, raising the finger is - 
the easiest thing, everyone
somewhere is stained
in the same path of
accountability,
it's not
so
easy to break the iron of desire!
no matter how much is your
dominance, the unseen
weigher has its own
principle never
favours to
evils,
inner entity never dies, it chases
even after somatic death.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

MIRROR HAS NO TIME - -

The clamour of the world never
stops, the life always sicks
the reasons for the
feast, indeed
nobody
is
interested in your inner storm - -
hence, just flow with the
stream of time, the
mirror has no
time to
think
about the wrinkles of the face, -
that's a natural process,
everybody has to
follow the path
of unseen
halt,
the flowers of necropolis never
forget to bloom, the life and
birth is the eternal truth,
the world is nothing
more than an
inn, every
soul
has to leave today or tomorrow,
that's the different matter
that your desires never
allow thinking about
the realism of
life and
we
just want the endless hangover.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

 

BEYOND THE DEPICTION - -

The game of shadows are never -
finished, curtains rise and fall,
in the corner of neglected
terrain some wild -
flowers as -
usual
fight for survival, some arid plants
have inborn beauty they never
wait for torrential rain, one
drop of dew is enough
to bloom in the land
of thorns, your
desireful -
eyes
do not let me sleep, they chase - -
continuously entire night, do
no know what are their
exaction, without
saying a single
word they
absorb
the
persona in the bottomless depth! -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE EXISTED MOMENT - -

Flowing along the downstream is -
the demand of time, other -
wise a person remains
discarded in the
edge just like
a leaf
of autumn, actually the adjustment
with all the up-downs is the
name of life, the moon -
light nights have
their special
restraints
even
willing they can not betray the cycle
of nature, in the shades of luck
the differentiating line exist
almost invisible, nobody
can predict the phase
of destiny - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

COURSE OF TIME - -

In the frill of dark and light,
again let decorate the
evening with new
love threads,
nobody
in
this world is cent percent - 
perfect, something
always remains
under the
chest
for
recovery just required the -
soft touch of affinity, the
life needs a trustful
emotion in the
profound
treaty
of
relationship, henna brings
the colour after grinding
only - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

  

COMMITMENT - -

Nobody walks together for long
distance, often paths are
found longer than life,
even your so-called
deep affinity
wouldn't
tie the
vagrancy of my soul, it flies in its
way of liberation, all echoes
returned as usual along
the migratory birds,
nevertheless
the cage
of heart remained just empty as -
before, the season has its own
commitment, so no other
option it has to change
as soon as
possible.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

AFTER SILENCE - -

Nobody keeps the account of frigid
night, who knows the pain of
last breath, in fact, we
never peep out of
snug circle,
that's
the reality of self-centered desire - -
nobody has time to think the
homeless souls of winter
night, perhaps their
existence doesn't
underline the
philosophy
of the
civilized world, so-called the warriors
of the era, just sleeping inside
the pashmina, who cares
about the shuddering
sound of last
hours?

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 

THE DRIED EDGE - -

Until now, somewhere in the -
backwoods, still there is
the shrinking stream
of mountains, as
usual fighting
with the
seasonal changes and flowing
towards the ocean-going
river, indeed, keep
walking is the
gist of life,
winter
sunlight has its own glamour - -
soft sun rays create some
special effect of tepid
cognition, perhaps
somewhere the
affinity also
exists
in our heart, tho' the mirror has
its own saga, however the
emotions flow to touch
the withered edge
of your
love - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

MIDNIGHT MIST - -

In the midnight mist when the
blue mountains sink into
the bottomless depth,
you often adorn
the dream of
new breath,
the life
looks more beautiful than ever,
tho' all the familiar faces had
their own priority list, so
gradually, we have
left the waiting,
and turned
the eyes
towards the inner world of own
emotion, a process to self
exploration is really the
best way to finding
back the lost
persona,
- -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

SOMATIC FRAME - -

 When the forworn sun of winter
sinks in the river estuary, the
silence of darkness gets
back some untold
story, amid us
there is
still
some unsolved crossword, tho'
centuries have been passed
but the graph of emotion
remained in its place,
where not I've
searched
you,
while your permanent shelter - -
was in my heart, some
quest has its own
relish, like a
cluster
of
cestrum nocturnum, along with
the night the fragrance brings
the soul towards the new
horizon of ecstasy, and
the somatic frame
remains on
the earth
just
like a floating island of firefly - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL