INFINITE IGNITION - -

Do not know, in which turn, we'll
meet again, till then do not
extinguish the ember
of emotion, it's
true nobody
remains
nearby
throughout the ages, however - -
some bonds are beyond
the imagination, even
exists after the
nihility of
the
universe, and that unseen ray of
expectation never allows me
to fall from the blooming
branches of life,
tho' I haven't
control on
the
mood of autumn, however, the - 
beauty of life contained in
the eyes - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

LEFTOVER ALONE STICK

Tender rays of morning, searching
something on the veranda,
where gone the person
carrying newspaper
in hands talking
with terrace
garden,
sitting on the boundary wall, doves
are curious to know about the
graybeard, giving every
day pieces of grain,
with affectionate
eyes, calling
them
with sweetly, they flew from one corner
to others, didn't get a glance of
life, a walking stick is left
over near the easy
chair, but those
wrinkled
hands
have not existed, may be extinct into the
mist of early morning, depressed
sunlight waited for sometimes,
gradually gave up the search,
doves are mourning or
singing the love
songs, it's
difficult
to say, but they didn't come back again,
daisies have dried, the shadow of
stick now became longer,
night has knocked
the door with
moonlight,

--- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE UNSEEN RIVER VALLEYS

The clown's soul adopted the life

no one has seen the wet eyes,

I waited for a glimpse of 

a smile in the 

torrential 

rainy 

nights, performing the art of love 

to everyone missed many times

to laugh for a while, the 

magic of claps pulled 

me frequently, I had

forgotten the 

value of 

persona, in the path of wilderness, 

I sing the song to avoid the 

nightmare, on the bridge 

of emotion, walked

alone many 

times, to 

touch 

the

evening blues, I dipped my fingers

into the stable river flow, 

dreams emerge with 

novel way, removed

the residue 

continually 

to see the

accurate 

reflection of life, I found the self 

hollowness has the slightest 

pain, the bubbles of 

happiness are

so brief

it 

dissolves very fast but during the

survival distributes a lot of 

rainbows, breathings 

want to become, 

in these

moments, the unseen river valleys,

set sail on the waves of 

sentiments, life 

wants to stay 

in the ring 

of the 

show

dreams swing from one end to the 

other!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

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SOMEWHERE ON A STRANGE PATH - -

Resurfaced backwoods smell, out of 

mirror, your reflection now in 

a search for easy prey, 

softly you're

in mood

of 

passionate killing, again my persona 

is effervescent, desire is now 

dense darkness, longing 

to swallow everything,

strange moment

of ignition,

don't

know the distance between the flame

to ash, that's your obstinacy or

my desire to disappear,

whatever, it's too 

late for 

withdrawal, an endless journey toward

the unknown destination, without 

wrapper, on the horizon 

appearing some 

golden ray or 

you've 

altered my life into metallic fluid, hard 

to say - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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perfume of night-flowers- artist Catalina-lira

THE MESSIANIC ZEAL - -

 Between the door opening and 

the last knock, a gap of 

an era existed,

however the 

hope 

doesn't extinct, perhaps one -

day, breaking the rusted

chain, someone will 

pick up the 

feeling,

that evergreen emotions have

its own beauty, no matter

who is familiar or a

strange face, 

every 

breath wants love, every heart 

beat desires a pleasant 

affinity, a meaning 

to live and let 

live to 

other with dignity, life waits 

frequence for that 

messianic 

zeal !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 

LIFE somewhere in the MIRROR - -

I had faith in you, something more 
than myself, I had confidence,
you're different from 
others, that's 
happened
often 
in life, we think something and 
happens differently, that's not 
a rare phenomenon, the
wilderness remains
in every soul, 
suddenly
rises 
with spiked claw, before recovering -
it blows deadly, but it's also 
true, mistake teaches 
a lot, the journey 
of life never 
stops,
when the dormant conscience has 
awakened, then the morning
ray knocked, and the closed
door of passive 
sentience,
from 
that point of instinct again begins 
the process of new creation,
that's a messianic call 
or inner howl, but 
stirs the heart
with new 
wish. 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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jesus  - - art by Sanatan Dinda India.jpg

THE ENDLESS CHASE - -

Ever look from inner eyes, the beauty 

is hidden in every face, alike 

the river bed, the source

of water remains 

beneath the 

sand,

ever touch the abandoned soul with -

real compassion, sacred heart

creates the miraculous 

effect with unknown 

shade, those 

faces 

have a meaningful life, whose eyes 

become lachrymose after looking 

the distressed man, what's

that priesthood, which

creates difference

between the 

living 

souls, nobody in this world is venial!

then why too much desire to get 

beyond expectations,

endless desired -

combustion,

don't

know, wherefore the ceaseless chase,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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Una rosa (A Rose), Ignacio Pinazo Camarlench_ Spanish (1849 - 1918)

THE ELUSIVE BEAUTY - -

 

Untouched, undefined that
perception has the
natural beauty,
alike the
core
land of a sanctuary, lush - -
green and wavy blue
the soulful emotion
of innermost,
your love
brings
the life toward the dreamy -
land! In that mystical
wilderness exists
heart shaped
lake, the
life wanders on the trails of
uncertainty, to catch
the wild butterfly
with elusive
beauty.

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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THE OUTER RING

Internal ignition is in the heart!

We searched for the lights outside,

spectrum of life has no confines

self interest made the big circle,

around the egoism numerous

mirrors rotate day and night,

image remains opaque, whom to blame

here persona becomes ostrich,

Life has some created imagination

shadows on the water were stable

the flow of senses dwindled every time,

the oyster carries endless pain to

produce a new dream for your eyes,

Your love has masked beauty

my acceptance was primitive sting

tried to collect the beautiful falling

drops from the waterfalls, some

looked like a pearl on the palm, few

fell down became wet clay,

creator's scarf has unlimited space

its different chapter that how much

we have collected in

our heart, as precious love drops,

Someone stretched large arms!

but I wouldn't be able to hug, as my

persona didn't recognize to image,

–SHANTANU SANYAL

BEYOND THE SELF CIRCLE - -

Even willingly, it wasn't possible

to break the web of intimacy,
everybody in this world
cannot be Buddha,
those all the
dreams
which are somewhere related to
us and that's the reason,
eyes never weaved
the beautiful
world for
self-interest, indeed throughout
the age we have looked the
dreams for the beloved
ones, some dreams
remained half-
hearted,
some proceed toward the dawn,
the process of waiting in 
life would never end,
and, there's
hidden
the beautiful summary of our life.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL