THE ENDLESS CHASE - -

Ever look from inner eyes, the beauty 

is hidden in every face, alike 

the river bed, the source

of water remains 

beneath the 

sand,

ever touch the abandoned soul with -

real compassion, sacred heart

creates the miraculous 

effect with unknown 

shade, those 

faces 

have a meaningful life, whose eyes 

become lachrymose after looking 

the distressed man, what's

that priesthood, which

creates difference

between the 

living 

souls, nobody in this world is venial!

then why too much desire to get 

beyond expectations,

endless desired -

combustion,

don't

know, wherefore the ceaseless chase,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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Una rosa (A Rose), Ignacio Pinazo Camarlench_ Spanish (1849 - 1918)

THE ELUSIVE BEAUTY - -

 

Untouched, undefined that
perception has the
natural beauty,
alike the
core
land of a sanctuary, lush - -
green and wavy blue
the soulful emotion
of innermost,
your love
brings
the life toward the dreamy -
land! In that mystical
wilderness exists
heart shaped
lake, the
life wanders on the trails of
uncertainty, to catch
the wild butterfly
with elusive
beauty.

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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THE OUTER RING

Internal ignition is in the heart!

We searched for the lights outside,

spectrum of life has no confines

self interest made the big circle,

around the egoism numerous

mirrors rotate day and night,

image remains opaque, whom to blame

here persona becomes ostrich,

Life has some created imagination

shadows on the water were stable

the flow of senses dwindled every time,

the oyster carries endless pain to

produce a new dream for your eyes,

Your love has masked beauty

my acceptance was primitive sting

tried to collect the beautiful falling

drops from the waterfalls, some

looked like a pearl on the palm, few

fell down became wet clay,

creator's scarf has unlimited space

its different chapter that how much

we have collected in

our heart, as precious love drops,

Someone stretched large arms!

but I wouldn't be able to hug, as my

persona didn't recognize to image,

–SHANTANU SANYAL

BEYOND THE SELF CIRCLE - -

Even willingly, it wasn't possible

to break the web of intimacy,
everybody in this world
cannot be Buddha,
those all the
dreams
which are somewhere related to
us and that's the reason,
eyes never weaved
the beautiful
world for
self-interest, indeed throughout
the age we have looked the
dreams for the beloved
ones, some dreams
remained half-
hearted,
some proceed toward the dawn,
the process of waiting in 
life would never end,
and, there's
hidden
the beautiful summary of our life.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

TOWARDS THE LIGHT - -

In that infinite path hasn't the milestone,
life is a continuous journey, on
that turning point where
you met me as an
unexpected
rain of
exposed sunshine, that diversion now -
became the landmark of our love,
an affinity that brings me
from subastral planet
to the celestial
cognition,
life
goes toward that real adoration, where
everything becomes explicit, with
crystal clear beauty of the inner
depth, the image of
truth and false
can easily
identify,
the
somatic attractions end here. The new
a flare knocks on the closed door.
of conscience, to explore
hidden possibilities
of humanism,
ascent
of
the ultimate truth begins from that point - -
* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL
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THE EFFULGENCE OF SMILE - -

You have your own preferences, my 
compulsion isn't less, too, 
somewhere between 
these two dike
flows the 
river of life, multi-angular desire 
existed on the bridge of
dreams, let's go 
with some 
pretext, 
toward the unknown destination,-
why not, for some distance,
there should be a 
beautiful 
treaty,
isn't necessary for a lifetime, few
moments of love aren't
lesser than the
longevity!
A lively smile, which can change 
the storm's approach, 
please look me 
with that 
life 
sustaining, an affectionate - - - - 
glance,
* * 
— SHANTANU SANYAL 

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A DROP OF LOVE

Aghast eyes saw your modified face,
did you exchange the conscience, 
this is the angelic look says life 
is beautiful, just touch the 
pulsation of the heart 
softly, feel the 
moisture 
on the 
dark circle of eyes, I have seen the 
valleys of rare blooms often 
cockle in your persona with love
and peace, the chortle of 
youth, innocent laugh of 

kids playing on the 
streets backlog 
rainwater, 
the raw 
beauty of life, did you gaze at the 
monsoon sky covered by 
thick dense clouds, 
a drop of emotion
had its own 
a pathetic 
tale, 
several times it has flown from 
the forehead to down the 
chest, in the twilight, 
someone collected 
a few reasons 
for survival, 
shared 
elation, a dream, had no monopoly, 
night scattered darkness equally 
on the earth, the blues spent 
the eternal beauty in the 
heart, from the 
acropolis to 
slum, 
fireflies are inherent aesthetic land, 
let lit the candles of love,
—  SHANTANU SANYAL 

DREAM WITHIN A DREAM

Cross perforation isn't new for me, since
the entire birth, life slept on
the bed of prong, on the
burial ground or the
dreamland if
heart and
mind
becomes atrophied, exhausted, it -
hadn't option, just a moment
after laying on the rough
surface, eyelids fall
At the end of
intermezzo,  
the
desire to spurse the precious gem -
studded crown on the forehead,
nothing was wrong, it's a
different matter that
times have given
the crown of
thorns,  
your love wasn't a mirage or rare
object, the bet was very simple
related to corporal, you
reached, achieved!
May be satisfied
for certain
extent!
But is it the conclusion of life or, the soul
desires endless horizons,
the reason to live wasn't
so simple I know, here
unquenchable
emotions
have
multidimensional expectations, your
love has a solo interest, my vision
beyond the sky, as multiple
the reality, a planet of
kaleidoscopic
dream within
a dream!

- SHANTANU SANYAL

OLD MIRROR WITH NEW LOOK

Nothing is changed amid us,
as usual, the unceasing
bridge remained in
the depth of
heart,
tho' year is passed on its way
of the serpentine graph, 
sometimes you've
forgotten to
open the
door,
perhaps sometimes, I couldn't
be heard the knocking
sound, however the
flow of emotion
remained
as
usual mountainous stream - -
there's nothing here to
account, just clean
the old mirror
with new
hope,
the blooming valley is waiting
for you - - that's the life's
real essence - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ENDLESS WAIT - -

A feeling that supports distress

heart, that you're present in my

life, somewhere in the 

backstage, tho'

hidden in 

mist,

My intuition doesn't allow me to give 

up the paddle, whereas, the 

stormy sky misguiding 

the shore, but I -

believe, you

are still

waiting for me on the land of grit, an

intense affection is visible in 

your face, from the mid-

stream, I can see, 

your presence

in the 

thorny thicket with a blooming smile - 

and that belief performs as 

an unseen role of 

anchor !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL