You can't escape - -

Some unwanted

moments of

life just

chase

relentlessly, and on

the basis of that

we accept the

life with the

fake smile,

though

it hurts to the inside,

but never forget,

all accounts

have a

final

day of justice - - - - -

- - Shantanu Sanyal

WET MOMENTS - -

The surging emotions - -

have no boundaries,

again desires are

splashing in

the palm,

that's

love

or droplets of the first rain,

difficult to say, often

life wants to get -

wet, uplifting

hands to

catch

the

dust of clouds, searches - - 

the lost childhood, the

life chases again

towards the

rebirth!

- - Shantanu Sanyal

Mystic Path - -

Some quiescent

moments often

wish to leave

the life of a

chrysalis,

the

coloured wings have the

undulation for flying

away, somewhere,

perhaps, a place

of blooming

emotion,

maybe

in the

edge of your eyes or

in the dense mist

of a mysterious

path, it's really

a different

feeling,

after

self losing in the maze

of amour dale!

- - SHANTANU SANYAL

BEAUTY OF INCOMPLETENESS

Fireflies have their own inner lambency,
never divagate, in the clump of the
artificial light the inner flicker
always remains live, tho'
wild vines get dry,
but leaves a
space
for
re-bloom, in the root of bougainvillea -
eagerness for survival never dies,
it reappears with colorful
glamour even in the
ruins, desires
never die,
tho'
tyranny of time has its own tale, some
another day we will think about
that, in the depth of your
eyes, the reflection
of love is still
flickering,
and
that says life is beautiful just look from
the inner vision - - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

AMAZING REJUVENATION - -

Nothing is shrouded, the truth revealed
itself from the mist, that's out of
hand, the humming sound
of the soul remained in
the heart of
floating
lotus,
the moonlit night has created do not - -
know how many lively dreams, an
infinite flow brought us in the
downstream of pleasure,
just out of control, no -
body knows the
fascination
of last
night, before the daybreak all body cells
were leaving the sweet fragrance,
we have found the amazing
rejuvenation, no doubt
on those mysterious
moment!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 

ON THE EDGE - -

It's difficult to keep alive all
memories, the midnight
rain to descending
sunlight of misty
mountains,
every
thing has the shrinking age,
in the album of life, often
we have searched
all the fragile
moments
while
the unseen affinity was as
usual left in the margin,
some droplets of
window glass,
some fallen
petals
and partially burnt candles 
reminded the tale of
night, that was
the paused
storm
or the revival of the dead river,
not easy to say, but
something was
the rarebit
cognition,
the
life looked once again so -
beautiful!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

EMPTY HANDS AS USUAL - -

On that turning - point, familiar
and strange faces have no
differences, the life just
accepts whatever
is found on
the way,
from
here, the path of survival has -
nothing for regret, it's the
peak of saturation, all
desires from here
become stoic,
and the
life
feels the silence of a distant  - -
cloister, where wandering
souls get deliverance,
the whole world
looks just like
a colorful
bubble,
just
flying away from the open palm.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

INFINITE ECHOES - -

Some echoes have their own way of
existence, stay alive throughout
the ages, and chases the
persona restlessly!
some affinities
have very
short
glamour just ends before reaching on
the climax, do not think that after
your deception, my life will be
ruined, often the stumbling
stone teaches the art
of survival, every -
one in this
world
is answerable to his reflection and the
mirror of conscience never forgives
to untruth, and there's contained
the beauty of self - realization,
no need any man made
bookish philosophy,
the heart should
be crystal
clear.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

BREAKING THE LINE - -

Though life has its own list of priority,
but somewhere we have to break
the pristine line, and reconcile
the existing reality, it's so
easy to escape from
the delusion of
domestic
life,
but the path of salvation isn't so - -
accessible, again somewhere
we have to face the pain
of resignation, in point
of fact the somatic
desire never
ends,
the life goes through the process of - -
self-renaissance, in its natural way,
with the time, the desire to live
more, itself becomes the
endless addiction.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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