IT'S NOT THE LAST TRAIN - -

The journey of life may be short,

but never think the next

point will be bivouac,

the moonlit night

has its own

limited

range but trance remain in our - -

body and soul, even after

dawn, do not know

how many

dreams

were

weaved by us, and how many - -

scattered on the night edge,

but expectation never

dies, that's not

the last train,

life revives

many

times, we aren't the only man of

straws, the skyline always

welcomes with open

heart, the journey

never stops.

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE RESONANCE - -

Nobody knows when and how

so-called wanderer of the

street becomes the

gem of the

crown,

and the king searches shelter

for one night, do not under

estimate to anybody,

immense torture

sometimes

breaks

the door of destiny, and - - - -

snatches away rights

of survival - -

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE PREDETERMINED ROLE - -

The only mirror does not have

reflections, the infinite depth

of conscience never

sleeps, you can

never cheat

yourself,

what's

hidden in your mind the face -

spills out, it's not so easy

to running away from

this truth, all the

resonance will

chase you

forever,

there

isn't any deliverance from the

bonds, everybody has to

perform the predeter -

minded role, not

more not

less,

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL

Caravan of dreams - -

Caravan of dreams never halt,

it moves through all odds,

from desert to blooming

dale, from wet eyelash

to flicker of a smile,

life has its own

revival seeds

never

forgets germination, again we

will be the part of mixed

footprints, again the

deserted street

will be the

ocean

of happiness, again you will - -

knock the door holding

the bunch of roses,

again there will

be endless

chat,

just do not forget the address

of love.

- Shantanu Sanyal

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