INNER EYES - -

Those pseudo-covered faces 
slipped away at last and 
camouflage talent 
became vain,
indeed 
the realism collects its price - - 
sometimes the predator 
becomes the prey,
that's the rule
of nature,
you believe it or not, the silent
call of an oppressed soul 
chases throughout 
the ages, and 
invisibly it 
gives 
the awaited chastisment, it's - -
not so easy to hide from
inner eyes - - 

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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THE TRACK CONNOISSEUR - -

Some fiction haven't title, they 
are just self emerging 
water hyacinth,
unwanted,
but 
keep their existence on the - -
surface, indeed the path
of survival always 
remains in 
front of
us, just require an endeavour 
spirit, your incomplete 
co- existence 
couldn't 
change my focus, any way - - 
recoup after fall is the 
another name of 
life, there are 
several 
good friends in the world, just
need a track connoisseur !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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THE PERFORMERS - -

The season has wingless flight,
never waits for anybody,
alike the diaspora
birds never
makes
the permanent shelter, we are
all the signed performer of
destiny, on the giddy
stage of world
performing
the role
of our share ! sometimes solo -
and sometime the chorus
presentation, and
no doubt
several times in the backstage,
alone searching the path
of highlighted mile -
stone, in
in every condition we have to -
proceed toward the unseen
destination - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE ETERNAL ILLUMINATION - -

The realization that you are -  
very close to my heart,
perhaps, this is 
the biggest 
gain in 
life, in the journey of life, there 
wasn't lack of friends, but 
you've changed my 
day and night 
with new 
definition, now the whole sky -
is in my arms, somewhere
beyond the milky way,
there's a world of 
firefly, where 
existed
the beautiful dreamland of - - -
our love, somewhere 
among the eternal 
illumination !

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Angel's Flight~Celestial Skyscape Oil Painting by Marina Petro

ON THE EDGE OF EYE - -

At the end of every night, just 
before the fall of night -
bloom, on the 
edges of 
eyes, I 
feel some fragrant realization 
of your undefined love,
alike an unseen 
ointment 
heals
the wound, a beatific smile - -
emerges on the face, 
and  moment to 
moment
the 
life feels undreamed relief, the
persona floats near the 
colorful horizon !
the morning
looks 
more beautiful, overflowed by 
fresh consciousness !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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IDENTITY CRISIS - -

In fact very few people recognize 
the beauty of the heart, the  
external appearance
plays the role of 
mirage 
and we float on the artificial sky - 
indeed, somewhere, many 
people are victim of 
paper flowers, 
entire 
life they search the fragrance of 
bougainvillea, tho' the reality
exists inside the sanctum
of inner heart, identity 
crisis never 
allows 
to know the self introduction - - -
and that's reason the 
loneliness chases
the persona 
far over,

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

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IT'S NOT NECESSARY - -

As much as, a person wants to be 
grand as the sky, somewhere 
the heart's narrow lane 
retains, indeed 
it's not 
necessary every smile has the - -
genuine inner fragrance, 
sometimes the outer
beauty becomes
fatal, without 
any sign 
it slays inside and we remain just
unnoticed, when wound 
emerges with painful
realization it's too
late by then,
these all are the lesson for the life,

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
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OFTEN I THINK - -

In this way, you'll meet me, in the
journey of life, that feeling 
often electrifies me, 
something is 
in your 
persona which brings the dried - -
river toward the rain forest, 
charred emotion gets
rebounding feeling
of perpetual 
green ! 
an undefined beauty is reflected in
your love, and that realization 
often makes me complete
speechless - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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ON THE ZENITH OF VENERATION - -

This journey is everlasting, union
of two soul, centuries - long,
step further after proper
thinking, it's difficult
to look back,
unseen
trap, never gives time for pull up !
a little innocence makes
pain of lifetime, tho'
in this path of
fire rain
a person becomes the red gold -
but rare reach to zenith
point of ecstasy !
indeed, when
the love
passes across soul it transmutes
everything in form of divine
beauty, immaculate
transparency of
inmost - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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THE MONASTIC INSTINCT - -

I know, there wasn't any never -
ending pact between us,
and its not necessary
too, once you've
declared the
latent
desire of the heart, that you'll be
in my existence for ever
alike the breath,
often, I think,
is it
possible, maybe not, promise of
infinite love, often brings my
feeling towards, the
monastic instinct,
your love
wants
to take me away from the earth !
often, I find myself in some
unknown space, a little
bit enchanted in
your deep
love !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

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