ABOVE THE CORPORIS JOCOSITY

on that intersection hour, abutment of 

mine brought you in the freshly 

invented land of gaiety,

undefined clasp of 

flesh, skin, lips 

saliva, all 

were the symbolic addiction, did you

feel the lurking of soul into the 

soul, in the combination of

heart and mind, latest

emersion of moon 

from the depth 

of ocean,

probably creation of life we can find 

here or elsewhere, but not so 

afar, apart the polar point 

of corporeal terra, a 

terrestrial planet 

of perception

existed, 

experiencing to that cascade of light 

is not an enigmatical subject, that 

raises when the life becomes 

free from ideological maze,

exoneration from the 

plexus of affinity,

life has itself

hidden

potential of cosmic influence, pollen -

corpus of universal beauty, a 

feeling to intensive aroma

which soaks the inner

heart, beyond the 

flesh, bones 

a unique challenging structure not only

for physical pleasure, satiate

process of emotion to 

keep everybody 

to chest with 

closely.

 - - SHANTANU SANYAL 

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 Poetic-Verses - LET LIVE IN THIS WAY by shantanu sanyal:

divine union - Rassouli  art studio 

prophetic painting - unknown 

  

LET LIVE IN THIS WAY 

write in the sky some opportune warbles,

life is addled, to invent some new 

genesis, which can be able 

to communicate purity 

in the inner heart,

it's not the 

magic, 

its needed strong intention to decorate 

the whole world with  bonafides,

In lieu of some prick, if we 

we could give few 

essenced

smile, 

as touching before to roses, thorns -

recognizes realism of pain to

us, just feel the depth of 

red hydrous eyes, 

everyone lives

for self, 

one day at least, heart wants to live -

for someone else, in somebody's 

life if we can admix, color and

light,may be for few jiff, 

life to be shared,

with a bluing

face, 

let then, decorate the twilight with 

colorful clouds, sub bloom 

cluster of night jasmines 

are waiting eagerly 

to get your nice

friendship,

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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THE SUPREME ADORATION

In the guild of celestial world every

luminary has its own specialty,

multitude of stars makes

the beauty of night sky,

they haven’t the

complexion to make an individual –

out of cluster, stardust inspires

often to me, staring the

immensity, depth of

space, I love to

see the world with same revelation,

away from all the diversity, live

souls are floating on the blue

of survival, unidentified

emotional bond have

kept them in

entirely intact as illuminating pearls,

sequence of heart beating goes

in the homogeneous way,

miseries, pleasures

shadow and light

up down of

life goes as blinking dew drops on the

hanging spider web, in midnight

sky looks like the Semitic

calligraphically -

designed art of shrines, sometimes

it emerges as symbolic feeling

of oriental statue, I couldn’t

get the dissimilarity

between their

joie de vivre,

all the sentiments are knitted delicately

in a bunch of tuberose or into the

breath stem , gazing sky with

desire to scatter the

sweet fragrance

of life,

perception have no authority here to

make the lines on the flow of

humankind, all the live soul,

in the last proceeds

towards the

one only destination of love, a path

of supreme adoration.

• SHANTANU SANYAL
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HEART WAITS FOR THAT DAY

Who’d be the herald of munificence,

shrouded prophecy remained

unsolved under the heap of

uncertainty, long queue

of wounded soul waits

under the open sky,

somebody maybe

one day will

show the path of true salvation, with

universal heart, a sensible person

with real human insight, apart

from any artificial beliefs,

a natural definition of

life, where caste,

creed, ethnic,

language,

taxonomy of human kind has no any

domination, a sixth sense, a third

eye of love beyond the bigotry,

absolute pure emotion of

live and let live to other,

a creator of new

dimensions,

life waits for that virtuous day, when

entire planet would be gather to

fill the color, on the dejected

space, in the paper of

identify card, in the

column of faith,

would be only humanity, no other details,

I hope, on that strange moment, life

will reach to climax of heaven,

that location will appear

from the hearts, not

from the pages

of philosophy, epics of imagination, the

divinity resides in the depth of

feelings, in the purity of

mind, into the moist -

eyes, it scatters

from the kids’

smile,

it floats on the surface of naive reflection.

• SHANTANU SANYAL
  
  
  

  

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