AMID THE BLACK AND WHITE - -

Often, at the last o'clock of the
night, just before the scattering
of jasmine flowers,
a familiar voice,
breaks my
dream,
that's a Chapman or the stranger
serang, I haven't any idea but
I'm sure, he comes and
fills the life in the
nectar of rose -
bud, and
slowly
disappears in the flickering sky -
line, life again becomes
fresh, ready to struggle,
in the mist of fly -
over, the sun
rays find
out
the philosophy of blooming and
the flowers of balcony wait
for it eagerly, the flock
of pigeon just flies
away in the
blue sky,
again
the metropolis slowly becomes
the mass - forest, the
endless way of
survival.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

AND THE NIGHT PASSED - -

Even our own shadow has no surety, -
then how to believe on your so -
called the pledge of eternity,
the changes are the
real truth of life,
maybe
weather or affinity, the river do not care
the silent request of the dyke, it
changes the multiple edges,
the way of survival is
the really bitter truth,
nobody can
claim
the endless contract, somewhere every
body is the alone walker, assembly
of the night sky was in its place
just gorgeous and grand,
and illuminated with
millions desire,
nobody was
worried
about the breaking stars, the business
of the universe never stops - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

PROBABLY MEET AGAIN - -

Night has passed with staggering
the way towards the new
skyline, tho' everything
in its place as usual,
nevertheless
the life
remains quenchless and that
shows the graph of breaths
still move in the
geometry of
desire,
some definitions of your eyes are
still unsolved, some semi
germinated wanting
are still wait for
hydrous
favor!
 tho'
in a short dormancy, the dreams
have its own way of scape,
but  I will wait, it wasn't
the last night of the
soul exchange!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE UNSEEN BRIDGE - -

Amid the reality and the dream, often
remains very thin streak, when
the inner eyes open, the life
flickers with a new skyline,
the night had its own
conditions some
bitter truth
often
remains under the dark mist, some - -
broken promise perhaps reshape,
and incomplete conversation
will re-emerge from the
depth of wakeful
eyes, amid
us still
exist
the hanging bridge, tho' weather has -
never soft favour, but the edges of
soul are stable in their axis,
nothing will change in
their annexure of
infinity, that's
the real
love's 
beauty becomes day by day more - -
enduring!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

FIRST STEP - -

It's really very tough to cross the fire -
line, however the flag bearer of
crusade never stop, whether
pseudo-social surface or
hill shrine, snatching
is required to get
the rights, the
unity never
fails
if renaissance wakes up in the obtuse
minds, nothing is impossible in this
world if a person decides to the
march towards the new
beginning of real
human era,
just
needed first step, the invisible caravan
will follow one day - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 

THE SILENT DIALOGUE - -

It's not necessary that tomorrow
will be the same, nobody can
say that what's hidden in
the depth of night end,
all calculation of
lifetime was
failed
though, I've been tried my best -
when looked back there was
not anybody in the limit
of vision, except my
shadow, all the
familiar -
faces
disappeared one after other, - -
farthermost, there was the
endless silence, in point
of fact, it's not so easy
to become fellow -
traveler, the
journey of
life is
the matter of self-endeavor - - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

IN THE DEPTH OF EYES - -

Everything looks charming
if the depth of heart is
diaphanous, do not
know, what is
the gist of
their
philosophy, in my vision - -
nothing is more precious
then the sense of
humanity, the
life needs
more
happiness then so-called - -
somatic pleasure, the
circle of the soul
has its own
aura it
glows
even in clouds of impending
storm!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE SHORT - TERM SIGH - -

The boom of a river and the spark of
the sky is the phase of short-term
sigh, If you want, get back
from here, the skyline
hasn't the fixed
location,
everything looks beautiful from a - -
distance, nobody knows the
exact destination, your
love has the infinite
desire and the
life is just
a drop
of dew, stagnated eagerly in the tip
of leaf, who knows the mood of
wind, in a blink, the world
changes itself, all the
dreams remained
as usual in
the depth
of mist.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

NOMADIC FEELINGS - -

In my inner outcry, still existed -
ebullition, tho' outer layers
look just quiescent, the
soul often reminds
me the naked
reality of
the
world but the dreaming eyes still 
wait for new underlined dawn
of new hope, someone
evokes me from
faraway and 
gives
some hydrous moment of night -
end, and says the mist of
the blue mountains
aren't the stable
phenomena,
it will be
again
the vale of flowers, the stroller - -
winds never settle down in
certain place - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 

PERHAPS NOT - -

Everyone is alone in this world,
the relations have their own
way of recovery, what's
today you've given
me, the return
gift's desire,
could you
forget,
perhaps not, the life's reality is -
bitter, the art of exchange
exists in everyone's
heart, I do not
know the
depth
of your affinity, however, the - - -
dreaming somewhere
fills the cavity of
desperation,
and again
the life
runs behind the mirage of the self-
conceit!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL