THE DIFFERENCE - -

Every vision has ardor to live -
with dignity, just need a
hand to hold the
the traveler
who left
behind, tho' the time never was
on my side, however, the
life never accepted
defeat, some
how even,
some familiar faces evinced me
several times, that how much
they have affinity, but
just twisted face
whenever
the ferry was in the grip of mid -
stream, that's happened
in the life, but it's
true also that
all faces
are not the preferentialist, some
are real gem, just a matter
of luck, anyway these
bad times often
teaches the
person
about the difference between - -
the ours and the
estranged.

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

THE PURITY - -

The mysterious aura emerging
in the skyline, at last the
night has said 'good
bye ' the generous
sky poured out
all the
saved flare, however, it's hard
to analyze the inner gloom,
the nomadic dreams
have their own
attraction,
often
the life desires to absorb the - 
celestial beauty into the
heart, do not know
how much is
reality in
the
lambently faces, but, I love to -
see them illumined, alike
the innocent face of
a child, or the
blooming
flowers
in the first ray of sun, opening
the petals slowly - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

BEYOND THE WINDOW GLASS - -

Some unseen droplets
on the glass, and
the melting
fog have
their
own experiences, own
tale of silence, but
one thing was
common
amid
us the beautiful dawn -
believe me, again
the sky of blue
mountains
are
stretching arms, again
underground stream
has desire for
emerging
among
the inclement path of
silvan - -

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

ADDRESSLESS - -

Do not put a sign on my threshold,
I'm the dew droplets of last -
o' clock, in a moment
I will be extinct,
soon as
the
sun rising, not so easy to avoid the
thorns, whenever, we aspire
to rose, however, the
dreaming is the
soul of
life,
the clouds had its own will, in the - -
midnight they were emerge on
the corner of northeast -
sky, but did not
rain, some
moment
has
its own a different glamour, indeed
they're free from alphabet.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE BLOOMING GOES ON - -

Whatever I've got, accepted it,
it's not necessary, that all
dreams will be convert
in reality, some
goblets
have its own destiny, you can
not save it from breaking,
here nothing is the
eternal object,
then why
so -
much repentance, of course -
those moments have
some beautiful
experiences,
but that's
not the
last valley of spring, this is the
incessant process, the
internal root never
dries, only waits
for the
monsoon, blooming goes on -

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

THE TOUCH OF REAL PURITY - -

Do not reveal the secret of
fragrant eyes, let, it be
first filled by purity,
a little bit elixir
touch,
there should be a little bit -
submissiveness in
your blooming
face alike
the
feeling of enamored priest,
do not proclaim that
you've been the
unparalleled
soul,
the path of real veneration
goes through the thorny
wilderness, among
the afflicted
hearts,
it's not so easy to get the -
view of that formless
lover, who resides
in the depth
of self
conscience, but it's true that
there's nothing impossible
too - -

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

THE TOUCH OF LIGHT - -

Perhaps, the talisman of your affinity
brings me, in the land of sapphire
beauty, the life often gets
the touch of light in
the dense
gloom,
all the lost perception beyond the - -
senses gets a reincarnation,
believe me, the shadow
of your eyes,often
force me to
look the
new dreams of last o' clock, persona
writes new definition at the end
of mysterious night, some
dew droplets, perhaps
to say the beauty
of your love,
which
remains on the surface of heart - - -
forever.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

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FLOATING DREAMS - -

Little bit foggy morning, rising the
smoke from the sleepy blue
mountains, a little bit
inebriation in the
gentle wind,
it's the
conflux point of monsoon end or
you've been dissolved the
inner beauty of love
in my emotion,
scattered
clouds
are reminding the wet pages of - -
last night, still, someone is
contained in my breath
alike the raw, wild
fragrance, the
life looks
more beautiful than ever, there's
again, new dreams are
emerging in colorful
sequence,

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

THE REAL BEAUTY - -

The real beauty is existed into the
depth of heart, like a pleasant
source of fragrance, it's
hidden somewhere
in the scent -
cell, the
real lover only knows the source -
of fragrant world, the outer
beauty is evanescent,
like a beautiful but
fragile vase,
a little
negligence destroys the reflected
dreams, if there's a lack of
veneration in affinity
then believe
me, the
love
will remain limited to the body, the
soul will dry before the
blooming - -

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

AS USUAL YOU'RE THERE - -

There's no relief in life, however
the instinct to survive in all
the reverse condition
shouldn't die,
in the
world everything we can not buy,
sometimes, we hadn't way
to escape from the
towering clamor
and many
time we
have
to search a transient companion,
that's the real curved graph
of life,which goes on
from top to axis
point, never
mind - -
every night has an ending point, -
somewhere on the horizon,
I know, as usual your
love is waiting
for me - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
By Aud Rye, from Oslo, Norway - watercolor