Tuesday, 13 July 2021

THE PEACOCK FEATHER - -

It's easy to be a self-proclaimed
messiah, the realism of life
doesn't wait for the
turning point,
the book
keeping
of a
mirror never reflects hypocrisy,
doesn't matter in its eye,
you're a  microbe or
a giant, today
goad is in
your
hands, but don't think you're
sky-high, the beat of time
never forgives maybe
you're a big noble
client, everything
has an end
edge,
nobody is a fadeless creature,
the rifts are part of life
compromise is the
real glue for
joint, the
span
of
survival is the desire of the
moth for some time, just
keep some peacock
feathers on the
pages of -
midnight.

* *
- - SHANTANU SANYAL
 
 

Monday, 17 August 2020

Time never forgives - -


Pseudo flames have its own limit of 
gleam, however the
real fire
grows
up
from the depth of struggle, and
survives
till the
its
death, everything burns
in its way, but it keeps
the existence of
torchbearer
along with
the soul
of
extensively tortured by the so-called
leader of mass, indeed
the time never
forgives
him.
- Shantanu Sanyal

Till the last breathe - -


Something remained
unsolved between
us, something
reshaped
Itself,
life
has its own hidden art
of growing damaged
limbs unlike the
reptiles, the
main aim
is the
survival in all serpentine
path, the natural stings
never dies, a person
crusades till his
last breath,
- Shantanu Sanyal

Beyond the words - -


It's not a rosy path or the 
meadows of a moonlit
night, but the 
journey 
never 
halts, goes on through the
up-and-down graph
of life, you're
still a
morning blooming rose,
the petals of love
often dispersed
the concealed
fragrance,
and life
receives the beauty of - -
survival, really some
emotions can't
explain by
words,
It condensed with the span
of age.
- Shantanu Sanyal

PERSISTENCE - -

When all sides' door is closed - -

and far far away remains
the endless silence,
but innermost
edge never
goes
away it calls the life for a fulcrum,
when all lights of earth and
sky goes off, and the
scary darkness
wants to
engulf
the existence, believe me, some -
one appears one's own self,
and that embodiment
brings the life
towards
the
colourful skyline, the condition is -
just believe yourself, need to
fight till the last breath.
- - SHANTANU SANYAL

Estuary of eyes - -


All origins have endpoints,
maybe the river or
breath however
I've found,
you
are just waiting for me
with complete
devotement
tho' I'm
not
the ocean or the deity
of mass, I'm just a
bubble floating
in the wind
of the
beach,
just
searching the palms of
an innocent smile of
a playful kid, your
love do not
let me
to
extinct, however my soul
wouldn't get rid of
your endless
love, I will
come
back
again and again in the
estuary of your
deep eyes
- - -
- Shantanu Sanyal

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