THE NOMADIC WIND - -

Yes, this is true, since many days,
I was unaware about myself,
often, in the crowd of
relationship, we
forget own
value,
but it's not so late, the beauty of -
life shouldn't be limited, just
like a sprinkle of the
fragrance, flows
in the
nomadic wind beyond all barbed
boundaries, smelling like dry
earth wetted in the first
rain, fills the sad
cellule with
a rare
happiness, just embrace all the -
faces, stranger or familiar
does not matter, let's
share the love,
which
grows more and more by sharing.

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

THE WET ZEAL - -

Let's share the some inadvertently
pain of each other, still in your
eyes floating the pieces
of dream, do not
hide the pain
of silent
prick, in your lips some unexplored
stories are distraught, just
unfold the secret of
last o'clock,
still, life
has the untouched desires, do not -
twist the face, the flowers of
hope are calling you from
the remote vale
of profound
beauty,
just share your emotion with some
one, believe me, the life will
be again alike the stems
laden with flowers,
emerging from
dense mist,
do not
forget to response the echoes of - -
skyline, miracles have no
prediction, believe me
in your eyes, still
there's some
wet zeal.

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

SOFT SUNSHINE - -

You're the soft morning sunshine,
filling life in the languid bloom,
you're the real source of
inspiration, jaded
persona gets
back the
lost beauty, you're the enigmatic
silence, often germinate the
ray of hope in the depth
of forworn soul,
you've the
endless
smile of innocent heart, therefore
you never afraid to droop off,
in your heart exists the
universal love
hence,
the kingdom of heaven is yours - -

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

DIVINE DROPLETS - -

Every morning is special, after
emerging from the dark,
the earth looks more
seducible, more
charming
ever,
do not close the window of the
last night's beautiful feeling,
still you're contained
in my soul, in my
inner depth
alike
the aromatic breath, tho' entire
night was in the grip of
cyclonic rain, do
not know why
you were
very
near to my existence just like a
blessed umbra of divine
beauty - -

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

THE REAL ADORER - -

Let me remain as usual disorganized,
little bit scattered in my world, I'm
afraid, too much sophistication
can destroy the internal
beauty, let me
remain as
usual
little bit confused, I'm not a contender
of mask competition, I want to
live out of abstruse ethics,
alike the butterfly, my
floatation doesn't
know the
intermission, let me to float from hue -
and cry to the silence of space,
towards the unexplored
ultimate peace, such
a place where
all the
disparity get sameness, the humanity
gets spellbound body and soul,
beyond all the man made
prophecy in the name
of unseen deity !
let me first,
the adorer of innocent smile of a child.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art of Richard schimd

CANVAS OF LIFE - -

Canvas of life remains incomplete,
tho' time strokes it again and
again, sometimes gently
and some times
until fall to
pieces,
however, persona never forgets to
re-emerge, it's a strange
sensation, that, how
unexpectedly
someone
calls
from the back stage, and we alert
to our conscience, actually we
never leave the rope of
faith, and that's the
reason we
escape
the immersion even in mid stream.

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

NOMADIC INSTINCT - -

In the way, there wasn't only the
barren land, flowers, river,
lush green valleys in
mist were also
welcomed,
then
why, the ennuied soul didn't get
an halt for the night, it moved
alike the Bedouin from
one place to other,
in search of
real
sustainable land, indeed, the life
has no permanent address,
it searches continuous,
there's no end of
dream land,
and
that nomadic instinct fills various
colours in the life - -

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

BUNCH OF HOPES - -

Many storms came and passed,
you're still on the deserted
shore, holding some
bunch of flowers,
again you're
touching
the washed away sand castles -
with expect full eyes, that's
the spirit of survival in
adverse stream,
apparently
in your
eyes, there's a sign of landmark
events, returning waves have
cheered with beautiful
silence, you're the
winner in this
beautiful
morning, again ocean is calling -
you for new adventure - -

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

THE ENDLESS FLIGHT - -

Let's write a new song in this
beautiful morning, alike
the innocent smile
of infant, let's
create a
aquarelle reflection into the -
depth of emotion, life
needs sometimes
the recency of
a gentle
wind, a whiff of lineal affinity,
I'm sure, in your heart
there's an undulate
hidden lake,
which is
eager to explore the shore -
land, don't cage yourself,
the unclouded sky
is calling you
with the
open arms, the endless flight
is waiting for you - -

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

INDELIBLE TRUTH - -

The crusades against the brutal
force to save the humanity,
in every condition, it's
justified, maybe
in the
scorching middle east desert or
in the field of Kurukshetra,*
the righteousness -
eternally wins,
demonic
powers always defeated by the
innocent souls, the dream
to win the universe
remained in
the chest,
the king of Macedon died with
empty hands, but some
messianic souls
remain as
usual
vibrant in the hearts of millions !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
* the battle field of Mahabharata