THE VAGABOND MOMENT - -

No matter how much was the
denseness of night, the
dawn has knocked
the threshold
of skyline,
and
the flowers bloomed as usual
with hilarious petals, all
transactions have
the transient
glamour,
some
remained in the conscience -
and some just flew off as
the exotic perfume,
emotions are
not lesser
than
a vagabond, just moves from
the misty land to the forest
of cactus, the life enjoys
the fun of shadow
and light, alike
the rain
cloud.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE CIRCLE OF AFFINITY - -

It's really difficult to memorize, in
which turning point we met,
however, so far there's
existed a familiar
fragrance
around
me,
it's really hard to step out from - -
the circle of dreamy trance,
you've dominated my
existence as the
rain clouds of
monsoon,
depth
of
conscience became unsolved - -
enigma, as much as I want
to open it, the more it
becomes errant !
indeed in your
love, the
life
became germane, and beautiful
too.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 

THE LOST EDEN - -

When the time has stopped for
a while, when the galaxy
coming down on the
barren land, when
you have hold
my hand !
the
life bloomed as gulmohar tree - -
when the entire backwoods
scented with the sylvan
flowers, when you
have proposed
the secret
of heart,
the
life re - appears as the lost Eden
of divine beauty.
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- SHANTANU SANYAL

INNER SOFTNESS - -

Some emotion left unsaid, some
droplets emerged under the
eyelash, and lips trilled
with mysterious
smile, that
person
told
a lot without saying single word !
sometimes in life, when the
heart wants to say many
things but lips remain
silent, and the
eyes get
spilled,
the
moment becomes static as the - -
ancient rock of a temple, just
unswayed by the natural
change, rain, wind or
extreme heat of
sun, indeed
the true
love
makes a person the real human
being as a pure gold with
internal softness !

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE INVISIBLE CRESSET - -

The celebration of life never stops,
it goes on in its way, crossing
all the spiral paths of this
world, everybody
follows the
glitzy
moment, where dark surrender, the
same area is the new beginning
of life, that's why, moonlight
throws the fascination -
loop after the dark
nights, indeed
every soul
needs
a sparkle for extinguished desires !
and that's the sign of vitality, that's
the reason that a person never
leaves the helm, the edge
remains as usual
within reach,
because
your
love or affection, whatever is that - -
never allows me to demoralize.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE NIGHT BEFORE DEEPEN - -

Some obscure streaks of memories,
some inter-fusing color of twilight,
as usual the sinking sun
leaves its floating
lambency on
the chest
of sea,
some familiar knocks never forget to
scatter the muffled fragrance,
some forgotten affinity
often peek across
the drapery
of pain,
however, the life has no other option
except to deal of secret smile,
undoubtedly, the desire
to live erases all the
deep wounds
in natural
way.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL



 

EVERLASTING FRAGRANCE - -

In the back stage, there's existed 
the silky cord in the unseen
hands, however, the
play goes on in
its way, the
persona
has
to compromise with the present -
script of life, visitor’s gallery
always remains in the
flow of uncertainty,
sometimes
heehaw
and
sometimes, the reaction moves
through the endless silence,
the life has to perform
his role with best
endeavor in
every
condition, fragrance should be - -
intact, even after the end
of breath - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE NIGHT CHASER - -

Again, season is towards the change,
the changing is sealed for eternity,
the pages of time do not wait
for anybody, they flutter
with natural gesture,
do not keep
yourself
caged in the boundary walls, nobody
will knock to the dark doors, the
whole world is behind the city
of lights, just spread the
wings, unleashing
sky is waiting
for your
flight, in the end of vision, tho' there's
still some elusive fog, however,
have to lose something to
get something that's
the way of life,
without
chasing the dreamy aura, it's hard to -
reach on the skyline of morning.

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- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE UNBIASED NATURE - -

The bridge of mist doesn't know the
boundary, it ties the lands with
unseen bond, as the birds
of sky path just know
the flying towards
the unknown
swamp,
but
still we fight for the piece of soil and
in the name of envisaged deity,
clouds never follow the path
of partiality, they pour 
the rain with full
generosity,
maybe
the
smoldering land of Arab peninsula -
or the Malabar hills, the nature
never forgets to scatter
the inner beauty
for mankind,

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

BEHIND THE CLOUDS - -

Like the spark in the ashes, your
love emerges somewhere in
the wilderness of silence,
like the coolness of
the last o'clock,
your affinity
brings
the
life towards the insurmountable - -
path, an invisible desire again
resurfaced, the nature
looks more savory
than before !
blooming
vale
again calls from far away, the life
weaves the dream of fresh
possibility, the sun rays
often peek from
behind the
clouds.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL