THE DEVOIR - -

The blooming is the devoir for
them, hipped faces wait
for a glimpse of their
smile, and that's
reason they
blossom
even
in the beds of thorn, it's easy
to make cry but real art
is found in the heart
of a clown, the
life has its
own
way of recovery, only needed
the survival instinct, maybe
in the desolation of
Sahara or in
the ice
capped Himalaya, the life - - -
crosses all the
interruption.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL   

REALIZATION POINT - -

I didn't own anything, whatever
was in my share, that's the
grace of destiny, tho'
I've tried to get
unlimited
but
everything has an unseen line -
of aspire, sometimes the
life becomes shorter
than the desire,
anyway, the
regrets
have
its own created affliction, it's not
necessary that every dream
will reach to the realizing
point but dreaming
is important
in the
life, that's the beginning point of
inner beauty - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by amit bhar

SOMETIMES - -

Sometimes, please give wings
to my desire, sometimes the
life wants the beautiful
destination, yes
it's true that
every
mirror has its own dark back - 
stage, however, mercury
also has a day of loss,
nothing remains
permanent
in this
world, some survive for longer
age and some found in
the tale of a night,
the life moves
as usual
amid fall of the leaves and the
beauty of spring, under
the shadow of the
seasons, I often
search your
love, sometimes I'm successful
and sometimes destiny
betrays in its way !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 

UNDREAMED GLEAM - -

Gradually, emerging the beauty
of midnight, just now you've
touched my soul with
invisible aroma,
do not
know where's hidden the moon,
in this moment, the light of
your profound eyes
blooming the
inner world,
slowly
the conscience is illuminating by
some undreamed gleam - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE PAPER WIND SPINNER - -

I know, you've endless demands,
aspire to chase the transparent
dragonfly, which is sitting
boldly, on the tip of
lotus bud, you
still want
to run
behind the flock of butterfly, and
that lively perception never
makes you senile, in
your eyes, still
there's the
floating
passion of infancy, your emotion
is paper wind spinner, moves
in the gentle wind, you're
still the hawker of
dream,I often
wait for
you in the last o'clock of night, life,
I love you in every situation.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

INFINITE SENTINEL - -

The night has passed as usual -
in its way, indeed, every
thing has a fixed age,
the morning is
standing
on the
door as usual with colorful smile,
again it's a beginning of new
day, again on the flyover
bridge, there's the
race of
survival, the life never stops, the
sun has rare holidays - -
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- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE TRAIL OF DREAM - -

Just remove all the curtains
of windows, openness is
the beauty of nature,
the moonlight
desires
only the drapery of emotion,
just keep illuminated the
corner of heart, this
night has the
unique
beauty, let's again move on
the trail of dreams, do
not look back to
passed halt,
always
there's a morning after the -
long night - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

EVERGREEN EMOTION - -

In your eyes, there's the halt of
spring, believe it or not, in
your emotion there's the
real meaning of
survival, in
your
pulsation, there's comprised the
beauty of love, perhaps, you
do not know, that in your
soul, there's existed
the divine boon,
because
you've
the universal affinity, you do not
draw the lines accordingly
the religion, simply in
your eyes I've
seen the
reflection of humanity and that's
reason your heart never
dries - -

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- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 

IT'S POSSIBLE - -

In this mystic moment, let's
be quiet and just feel
the profound
silence
of mysterious forest, do not
ask about my existence,
I'm not within myself,
you have been
beautifully
taken
away my soul together your
breath ! now my body
is laying on the
meadow of
virgin
land, the thorny bed is now
my destiny, it's the first
step toward the
fire of altar,
the real
test begins from here, path
of veneration isn't so
easy, but it's
possible.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL