IN THE ARMS OF NIGHT - -

Just now you have come -
to nearer, just now
in the wind the
tipsy aroma
is swept
away,
again some mysteries are
overflowing from your
half asleep eyes,
dew drops
are
falling on the leaves or in
the rhythm of heart -
beat, some new
creation are
eager
to write the romantic verse,

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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LONGER THAN THE AGE - -

Longer than the age, sometimes
the night looks more strange,
when the moonlight
becomes the
cigar
smoke, something rises from the
smoldering inner emotion,
do not know who calls
from the desolate
street, I often
wait for
you in the sapphire darkness, the
nocturnal flowers when fall,
the moonlight desires
to absorb the
fragrance
of your
love, in the remote perhaps the - -
falling star gets back the
safe haven, as usual
you remake the
nest in my
heart.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 
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NOT SO FAR AWAY - -

Not so far away, neither in close,
that's a pious perception
exists in the heart,
to feel the
pain
of oppressed soul, familiar or the
stranger doesn't make any
difference, the humanity
is the bigger than
all so called
the great
sect,
indeed, the reflection of invisible -
deity inhabited in the eyes
of kid, in the tears of
afflicted human
being, the
real
bliss exists in path of forgotten - -
lesser god's children, the
innocent smile with
unadulterated
emotion,if
you're
in search of real pleasure, do not
delay, some wet eyes are
waiting for you, not
so far away !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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DROP BY DROP - -

The entire night you've absorbed
my fragrant persona, last
night I wasn't within
myself, alike
the tube -
rose
the breath was bloomed slowly - -
slowly, I've got back the lost
sense in your circean
love, the whole
night drop
by drop
the
life received the new illumination !
gradually, all confusions
became crystal
clear in
your
proximity the life hadn't any other
desire - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

 
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NOBODY KNOWS - -

Tear of sky or dew droplet, whatever
was that gift, it has given a relief
to smoldering emotion, the
nature never returns
empty handed,
at every
turn
there's an unexpected blessed soul, -
the condition is just that, you've
trust on yourself, nobody
knows in which form
the invisible
entity
will knock the door, lake of the heart -
should never dry, who knows
on the threshold waiting
someone with thirst
of centuries !
just
keep alive the inner generosity alike
the gorgeous blue sky, full of
unpredicted potential,

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 

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THE FORGOTTEN CORNERS - -

Do not ask me the achievement, in
your love, I've been reached
above the sky, but soul
remained on the
earth, in
your diligence, the rest of world - -
became trivial, the life has
gained the pleasure
of multiple births,
the persona
became
alike
the sandal wood, as much as pain,
the more fragrance ! do not
ask me in life what's
missed, indeed
your love
made
me complete, alike the full moon - -
fills the forgotten corner
over the centuries.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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RAYS OF YOUR EYES - -

Rays of your eyes or fruit of
austerity, a wet feeling
or the affinity of
births, it's
hard
to define your love, even - -
knowing that the life is
a bubble, alike the
kid, the mind
runs
behind the seven colored - -
dream, and those
crystal palace
makes
the
persona meaningful, though
there's a distance
between the
oasis
and
the barren earth, however in
the horizon, some
sporadic clouds
can make
the
difference, and the instinct of
survival, repeatedly
brings me near
you - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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CABRIOLE PATH - -

Whether you have a million -
attempts to get so called
the desired dream
land, nothing
will change,
if the
stars' path goes through the
predestined cabriole,
before the end of
night everything
was in your
fist, in
the first ray of sun, all things
looked apparent and
illusion free, some
scattered drops
of dew and
miles
long silence, life searched -
repeatedly the foot print
of moonlight but
did not find
out, the
celestial river has perhaps
some secret flowing
path - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
   

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ON THE TIP OF THORN - -

It's known, nobody waits forever,
the reality of life isn't the
poetry of Omar
Khayyam,
however some convictions have
the indelible sense of oath,
like the silent burning
candle, burns
until the
last melting drop, Its happiness -
consists in burning, that's
the inner perception,
which can only
be realized,
some
relationship hasn't the name, but
they exist in immortal bond,
sometimes in form of
flowers and ever
as dew drop
on the
tip of gabled thorn, in every step -
just smiling - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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