THE SOUL OF MIDNIGHT - -

Some shining nights, some mistful -
morning, some bunch of wild
flowers, and the enigmatic
book of life, some half
burn candlestick,
and the -
sleepy
chandelier, some unseen fingerprint
and surging storms on the chest,
some familiar fragrances in the
breath, and the scattered 
pieces of goblets!
emerging the
endless
fume
in the heart of blue mountains, you're
gradually dominating my persona
as the vine of passion flower
captures the soul of
midnight, and
makes
the darkness more beautiful, more - -
ebrious ever - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE FINAL VERDICT - -

Whole world has seen your henious activities, you've

Killed babies in the

mother's womb

even God will

not forget

you,

In the name of so called peaceful

religion you've made the world

graveyard, you've kidnapped

new born babies and elder

citizen and using them 

as human shield,

You're coward

always played

the victim

cards,

but

do not forget heaven or hell, everything is here, no other

way for escape, you'll

get punishment for

your crime here

only.

- SHANTANU SANYAL

Invisible Stream - -

The definition of affinity is not

everlasting, many things have
it's own compulsion, the
deltic river changes
the edge without
prediction, still
life flows
on its
way,
Believe me, nothing will change
just thinking about it, life
needs continuous
efforts, some
times dead
river
revives too, but that's not a miracle, nature changes
its position after deep
sleep, under the
desert always
remains a
Stream
of
hope, waiting for little excavation.
- Shantanu Sanyal

THE POLLEN TRAP - -

From the clump of memories, please
do not call me again, some
hidden wound's beauty
remains in the
depth of
pain,
some undefined affinity have the - - -
plutonic sanctum! Simply let
it is in its place, some
happiness has
the short
age,
do not try to expose it too much, other
wise it'll wither premature, some
amour have too much
infatuation alike
the pollen
trap,
where 'login' is well known, but the path
of exit becomes a labyrinth, and the
outcome - - only death!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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IN SEARCH OF NEW HORIZON - -

The time which is gone, -
disappeared in the
pages of the past,
and which
is lost,
no use to think, about - -
those moments,
it's better if
some
pain remains in its place
as usual speechless,
some incomplete
dreams are
still alive,
let it emerge with a new
potential, some co -
travellers have
perhaps,
some own compulsions -
or whatever reason,
just forget them,
nobody in
this
world is the partner of the
endless path - -

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL

 
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THE BEAUTY OF DARKNESS - -

The dream of awaken eyes
or you're contained in the
depth of my feelings,
even in the dense
darkness of
midnight,
your face often appears with the
beauty of fresh, half
blooming rose of
early dawn,
often
I found myself amid the sky
and earth alike the wet
sensation of dripping
dew of winter
night!

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE ALONE JOURNEY - -

In this world, everything we
can not get as desired,
something or other
We've to deal with,
that's the
path
of self-bargaining, sometimes

 life becomes so alone
even in my own house
that it searches
the broken
wings,
and sometimes the persona -
chases the dream, in the
sequence of sorrow
and pleasure
the life
goes on towards the skyline!
Tho' everyone knows the
the truth of the dead end,
however the tour
remains as
usual
continue, doesn't matter that
Someone is along you
or not - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

BEYOND THE DARKNESS - -

Sometimes on a gloomy evening,

when everybody is lost in their

own circle, the persona often

asks the reason for the

waiting, tho' it's true

that nobody has

time to visit,

however

Life has its own angle of survival, -

and that not going to give up -

attitude refills the path

of life with fresh -

flowers of

new

hope, our emotions start weaving

the soft dream of the last hour, the

horizon says to the darkness

Just wait for some more

moments, still the

Dawn is pell -

mell.

* *

— SHANTANU SANYAL

THE INNER FAITH - -

The scorching path has also
an encampment, maybe
the lean shadow of
leafless tree, the
life never
gives
up
hope and that's the reason we -
reach often in the strange
land of oasis, indeed
Our quest is the
teacher of
survival,
and
We accept the challenge of
igneous track, even in the
wilderness of thorn
bushes, we can
find out the
way of
hidden caravansary, the main
thing which makes us
combative is our
indescribable
desire to
live,
and that inner faith makes
the world beautiful.

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL

NO OTHER WAY - -

Perhaps, it's not so easy to
touch the deepest point,
but no doubt you've
tried to get the
origin of
pain,
and that was the entrance
of endless journeys, in
love, it's really very
hard to follow
the path
of
burning boulders where the
options remain only two,
transformation into
ash or alteration
into invincible
entity! You
haven't
the
middle route for escape - - -

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL