THE END OF MYTH - -

Still, we've to go far, yet not -
entirely blossomed the
moonlight, just
now the
petals of jasmine are opening
the aromatic treasure, this
ephemeral blessing
has soulful
effects,
amid us there shouldn't be - -
unseen distance, the
love needs freely
emergence,
without
any perversity which is called
the absolute devotion,
where all myths
end  - -

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

DO NOT ASK - -

Do not ask the realism of my
life, after every wounded
night the morning
smiles, the
world
looks so graceful from the - 
shadow of window, but
reality has its own
hidden face,
do not
ask the secret of unleashing
persona, eroded coast
has no complain
to the river,
some
chronic pain becomes itself -
remedy, the time is the
great clinician, it
fills the cavity
gradually,
there's
no pause in journey of life, it's
different matter someone
will wait for you or
not but you've
to move.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Elizabeth blaylock art

LET'S MOVE - -

In the drizzling rain of early morning
let's move, somewhere in the
clouded mountain, there
should be some
change in
the
monotonous life, the same morning
to evening, complications of
survival, same pseudo
ointment's hand,
a novelty, is
very
important in life, let's move, in the -
lap of generous nature, I'm sure,
we'll get the real pleasure,
somewhere, in the
flow of springs,
in the
fragrance of wild bloom still existed
the untouched realization of
pure affinity - -

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

THE CLOUDY NIGHT - -

The night passed away silently
giving some unseen dreams,
in the mist of clouds
the morning is
again
searching the lost address of
your enchanted affinity,
in fact, everything
has an age,
the
emergence of wrinkles with - -
time is natural, together
with environment
self molding
is also
important, nobody waits for the
wounded co - traveler, that's
the bitter aspect of life
and the truth is
always
bitter, maybe, those all familiar
bright faces have their own
compulsions, that's
why, they forget
to look
back but the journey of life is -
as usual continue - -

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

THE INNER BLISS - -

That was somewhere within me whom,
I have searched entire lifetime,
often, we forget to look
innermost mirror
and wander
behind
the mirage, indeed, that thirst becomes
the desire of insanity, when the outer
layers of beauty collapsed
one by one, then we
want release
from
ourselves, but the emancipation isn't so
easy, every character has to perform
the role on the frangible stage,
in the backstage, destiny
remains standing
with silence,
show
goes on, somewhere among the colorful
screens, perhaps, we've met and
lifted the oath for lifetime,
tho' we've no idea
about the next
moment !

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

THE DEEP SILENCE - -

Some memories live in the deserted
railway station, somewhere in
the deep silence, some
innocent dreams
never touch
the edge
of morning light, they grow and finish
in the darkness of eyes, however,
the flow of life is unending,
some wild vine has
inborn survival
instinct,
they never wait for helping hands, in
the grove of thorns, they climb
with the natural endeavor,
on the branches of
bougainvillea,
believe
me, they become one day the flowers
of the morning glory, the travelers
never forget to look them, in
a glance - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
photo -  (a narrow gauge station in the remote of Balaghat district MP, once we have to use this station in childhood)

THE SKY PATH - -

Maybe today, the time isn't clement,
but it's not necessary the color
of sky will not change, the
nature has its own
statute, do not
care the
foreshadow, do not look me in such
unblinking way, I'm still vibrant
to face the lash of time,
even knowing that
wings have
been oldies, the desire to flight says
let's me fly in the sky path,
indeed the morale
should never
end,
there's no lack of horizon, if a person
decides to touch the destination.

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-  SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Rachel McNaughton art  

SELF GLAMOUR - -

Thorns have their own glamour,
they haven't fear of fading,
and blooms have their
own compulsion,
a reciprocal
bond
amid the pleasure and sorrow -
we all are bounded in this
two aspects of life,
sometimes, it's
difficult to
get
one drop of water, sometimes
extreme rainfall creates
unwanted agony,
but in any
case
we have to move forward, and
continuity should be only
one philosophy of life,
proceed with
smile.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Jeremy Taylor art

MOONLIT MOMENTS - -

When a mysterious silence of -
midnight becomes more
concentric, then the
nocturnal wild
bloom
starts falling, one by one, on the
broken stairs of the old pool,
the moonlit love walks
on the rhythm of
heart beat,
your
love breaks all serenity in that -
beautiful moment, amid
the vibrant dream
and reality,
believe
me, your presence creates the
nonpareil charm, the life
feels blessed with
undefined
wealth !

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

SOMEWHERE - -

Yes, I've seen you, somewhere,
in the floral colony, soaked
in the savory smell,
like a blooming
lotus in
the mist of winter, yes, I've seen
you, somewhere, in the pious
sanctorum of inner temple,
rising like the benzyl
smoke in the
mystic
beauty, and scattering the divine
light everywhere, yes, I've
seen you, somewhere,
in the silence of
ruined city,
you're
embracing the forlorn children of
remote desert,for regeneration
of humanity, yes, I've seen
you, somewhere, in
the coast of life
river !

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