Monday, February 8, 2016

MYSTIC AVENUE - -

On that moonlit avenue, the
bazaar had been lifted,
on that majestic
courtyard
there
wasn't any king, or frivolous
beggar, just an endless
silence was defused
far away, in that
city of shade,
there
wasn't any deal, neither any
familiar nor outsider, the
complete peace, no
desire, no any
complaint,
on that
tranced moment I've found -
your love as the ultimate
truth - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL




Saturday, February 6, 2016

THE EVENING RAIN - -

Sometimes in paused moment,
believe me, when the heart
wants a lot to say, but
do not know why,
the lips shiver,
but can
not say anything, on those - - -
speechless moment I've
found the profound
beauty of your
love which
silently
emerges from the your dreamy
eyes, and the fatigue of life
recovers gradually the
the lost soul, the
persona gets
back
the meaning of survival, the - - -
whole world looks once
again washed in
the gentle
rain of
summer evening, like the relief
of centuries - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 

UNBOUNDED FLIGHT - -

The inner infancy has its own
beauty, never compromises
with the mirror's envy,
the emotion exists
alike the rose
of mystic
dawn,
the time, the season or the - -
trail of unknown forest
do not restrict the
flight of mind,
it crosses
in its
way all the boundaries of man
made - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

Thursday, February 4, 2016

HOMECOMING - -

Whatever be my destination,
I certainly can not leave
them, who are
connected
to me,
that's the feeling of love and
affinity, do not let me to
apathetic, tho' it's
also true that
nobody
is the everlasting companion,
however, the unseen
attachment do not
allow me to
think
for myself and that's reason -
again and again, I return
back from the stoicism,
indeed, I found the
empyrean in
side this
world, maybe, there's a lot of
barren land in this earth
but still existed the
generosity of
rain - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Wednesday, February 3, 2016

ON THE EDGE - -

In the mist of time, those familiar
faces suddenly disappeared,
the person remained as
usual alone in the
path of life,
some
colorless pages of album and - -
the echo of memories often
knocked the door, but
there wasn't the
visitor,
only the news paper was lying on
the threshold, indeed, there's
nothing surprise in this,
it happens, the
person
often thinks that the whole world
is in his reach but that's not
true, tho' there's no any
change we found
in our outlook,
but the
whole world around us changes in
its way - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL