SPROUTED SPRIG - -

Life is in a continuous flow,
stones of shore, or the
falling pallid leaves,
dream droplet
on tip of
twigs,
always call to the returning
spring, every eyes'
have some
beautiful
vision,
the life is the another name
of cactus bloom, at all
events we've to
smile with
the
deep breath, the season - -
never breaks promise
tho' sometimes
it may be
delayed,
but
never forgets to make the
re-blooming on vast
desolate valleys
of desert
steppe,

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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THE IMAGE - -

The paths are full of thorns so -
what, we can not leave the
campaign, to get the
clue of promise
land, the
continuous walking is the name
of life, nobody waits for the
pessimistic face, just
make the pain
itself a
remedy, nobody has time to - -
translate the meaning of
wet eyes, we have
to create the
meaning
of our
life, sometimes the conscience
becomes the savior itself,
and shows the trail
of destination,
condition
exists
only that we have to self identify.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

   

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Artist Kathy Morton-Stanion

THAT'S ENOUGH - -

Simply let it alive, innocent child
within me, do not show me
the list of desires, let
me to live in my
way, some
fireflies
are my aspire, do not bring me - -
towards the empyrean
beauty, my world
is very simple,
some
glassy pearl or the little drops of
rains, some sour - sweet
memories, some
delicate string
of dreams,
some
real affinity, the deep touch of - -
unconditional love, what's
more is needed in life
than this, perhaps
nothing - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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Daffodils With Flox

THE ADYTUM WITHIN US - -

Within my soul, somewhere exists an
innocent emotion, alas, the whole
world would have the inner
beauty of fragrance
cell, the real
adytum
of
human temple, furnished with pious -
elixir flow, the unseen deity exists
in every face, just try to look
them from the eyes of
conscience, you'll
find nobody
is differ
than
you, same structure of clay which one
day will mix with the soil, everyone's
destination is one, some paths
are foggy and some are
in grip of labyrinth,
but the main
condition
is that
you've to love the path of humanity - -
otherwise so called the paradise
will be several birth away.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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All - Marjorie Best

THE VOICE OF CONSCIENCE - -

 Is it the religion of great philosophy,
after chanting the pious words
of god killing the innocent,
do not know where
gone all the
so called
leaders of humanity, what's that evil
shadow, which wants to swallow
the dreams of beautiful
earth, what's use of
such path for
heaven,
in name of religions brings towards
the venomous trees which only
provides the poisonous
fruit, what's that
heart which
doesn't
melt after looking tears in the eyes
of unfortunate mothers sitting
near the grave with dead
child, is it the world
of human being,
do not know
every
one is silence, but silence is not the
solution, the voice of conscience
shouldn't die - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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Qiang-Huang-Rose-Concerto

LIVE AND LET LIVE TO OTHER - -

The whole universe is alive with love,
live or inanimate, every thing is
needed a touch of affection,
every breath has the
desire to see
the blissful
dawn,
the floating swarm of flamboyant - - -
butterflies, blooming flowers,
and unseen fragrance
with breeze, the
unlimited
circle
of natural beauty, everything has its - 
own beauty, just required to
open the eyes of the
innermost, in
every
face is existed the innocent soul we've
to feel that, we've to love them,
nobody in this world is born
without the pain or
anguish, every
heart is needed the reason to beat for
someone except self, and that's
the emotion of love,which
brings even the
ruthless
persona towards the path of humanity - - 

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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THE MEANINGLESS PARADISE - -

Do not know, what they want to - -
prove, in which, god's
existence, they
have belief,
or just
false self-pride, they're proceeding
towards the premature
cataclysm, do not
know what's
that
misguided ideology which altering
the religion into the venomous
path of felo-de-se, it's
easy to conquer
the piece
of
land but victory on hearts isn't the
child's play, do not know why
so ruthless carnage on
the sand dunes
of ancient
land, the
civilization cries on the innocent - - 
man's tomb, just change all
those doctrines of
out dated, that's
only one
the
real god's religion, which teaches
the humanism beyond all
the ethnic differences,
what's meaning
of such type's
paradise
which
existed on the graves of guiltless -
human being - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


 
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FREE FROM ALL THE MYTH - -

When the sky be void, the blooming
dale will be deserted, when the
life will chase the charlatan
shadows, except the
mirage, if you've
nothing, on
those
moment, the unseen love will hold -
your hand, if you believe in
yourself, I'm sure, all
stormy clouds,
unexpected
whirlwind,
will just
pass away without any destruction - -
a person who believes in the
feeling of all wellness,
without any dividing
line, a soul
which
feels the implied meaning of wet eyes,
that soul doesn't need the
salvation, it's free from
all the myth of
heaven
hell !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


  

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IT'S SURE - -

In desire of handful sunlight
sometimes life becomes
the plants of indoor,
just waits for
reflected
light,
alike the caged bird forgets
aerial path, in fact we
fear about the
rebellion
and
accept the injustice, indeed
we shrink in limited circle,
and become the
creature of
self
centered, somewhere the -
natural instinct of real
humanity dies
before the
birth,
tho' in the own world we get
temporary pleasure, but
the conscience often
admonishes to
our soul,
the
latent deity suddenly wauls
against the cowardliness,
and the life wants
renaissance
against
all
man made philosophies or
all the sweet venomous
doctrines, where
the value of
humanity
exists
on
the margin, and mastermind
becomes the satrap, but
end of sin is certain,
maybe today or
tomorrow, it's
sure - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL   
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