THE INNER SENSE - -

every darkness has its own hidden 
secret, some pleasant moment, 
some thirst unquenched, 
some touch unfelt,
however, life 
gradually 
learns 
to live with arid emotion, closeness
fills the gap between the breath, 
and a person forgets the 
alphabets, indeed 
the heart beat 
becomes 
the 
language amid the smoldering soul,
nothing remains mystery, when 
the inner eyes open with 
miraculous sense, 
in the dense 
darkness 
the 
persona can look the beauty of the -
seventh sky - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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THE INFINITE TRUTH - -

in your heart beat, still existed  
the fragrance of my love, 
isn't amazing, tho' 
I'm not in the 
touching 
circle 
of your eyes, in your emotion 
still inhabited the world 
of passion, isn't
bewitching,
while 
I'm not in before your, but still 
you feel the breath alien,
often I think, what's 
reason, many 
decades
have
been passed but you couldn't
forget me, in your immortal 
soul my love became 
the evergreen 
flower !
for eternal veneration beyond
the infinite truth - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL   
pearl rose
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WET DREAM OF LAST O' CLOCK - -

before, the break of a dream in -
last o'clock, I've woken up,
indeed, some dreams 
are very near to 
our heart, 
and 
a person does not want to lose 
it, but you know, dreams 
are only dreams, 
aglimmer
wing 
of fickle butterfly, there shouldn't
be regret to break, that's a 
part of life, whatever 
remains on the 
palm that's
special,
it maybe a droplet of dew or a 
piece of morning ray, we 
should know the 
art of ever -
green 
smile, and nature teaches that 
beautifully - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


   

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UNDEFINED HORIZON - -

again life is befriended, after 
a long time on the arid 
vale, some thorny
blooms are 
visible, 
everything has its certain - - 
period, after darkness 
the light performs 
its role, torpid
petal gets 
back
reason to smile, do not wrap
the beauty of heart in the 
mist of agony, it's 
not the end of 
earth, 
there's a world beyond the - - 
galaxy too, do not close
the window of hope,
still life desires 
to see the 
dream 
of blooming vista, opening of
delicate emotion, the inner 
beauty of pure heart,
several more, 
undefined
horizon,

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
  

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IN A WINK - -

that was a colorful seduction or 
the diversion of my sight,
whatever was that, 
no doubt it 
stirred 
the life, without you it was so -
desolate, the emotions 
were alike the dried,
barren land of 
ancient 
desert, the unknown pleasure 
influenced the inner layers 
of emotion, after 
meeting with
you, the
image looked just different - - 
mirror was little aghast,
in your love, the 
life became 
more 
beautiful, more attractive with 
multiple reflection, really 
you've changed my 
world in a wink !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


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SEARCH OF GOOD DAY - -

an unfinished song which remains 
silent on the lip edges, some
unexpressed feeling 
exists in the 
depth 
of heart, throughout the lifespan - - 
whom, I've searched, that 
person wasn't far,
rather hidden 
in the 
heart, that's not some special one,
or a beautiful creature, indeed 
that's my conscience,
which knocks
eternally,
brings me below the flyover bridge,
where lesser god's destiny 
sleeps in the roofless 
haven, he calls 
me on 
the so called civilized esplanade - - 
where the childhood is sold in 
some coins, the slogan 
of walls are so 
familiar,
the old colorless wall often laughs 
and says, when good day 
will come, god knows,
perhaps !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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violin-palette-knife-paintings

THE INNER EYES - -

do not close the blessed door of 
heart, where exists the real 
divine beauty, the love
beyond all the 
frontiers,
a place where life can see the -
blooming dream, free from 
the shackles of unreal
philosophy, where 
we can feel 
the pain
of other face, simple perception 
which feels the breath of 
aggrieved soul 
beyond 
all boundaries, do not make so 
complicated to god, indeed
that invisible entity is 
existed in every 
one, if 
the 
inner eyes will illuminate with - -
true humanity - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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THE UNTOUCHED TURNING POINT - -

I'm not a lost soul of desolate vale,
or the twilight lamp of unknown 
monastery, I'm still existed
in your breath, realize
it or not, that's 
different,
I've been inhabited in your inner - 
depth since a long time, tho'
you're unaware, actually 
It often happens,
the image 
remains in front us but we couldn't 
recognize that, just our mind 
floats in the cipher of 
man made logic
ring and 
we move from one point to another,
while the inner beauty remains 
abandoned, untouched,

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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