Saturday, 31 December 2011


ON THE EDGE OF 2011

tonight I desire to go through the soul 
of moth, just condition is simple 
please change yourself in 
form of aesthetic flame, 
on the edge of mid 
night let arrange
the burning 
ritual of 
love, 
remove all the wrapper of egotism -
prejudice, pseudo humanity, 
hypocrisy, touch me with
infancy, I'm eager to 
offer my heart 
corporeal 
planet,
all 
together on your altar space, let me 
immolate with saturation, be 
nearer to my spirit, tonight
life has chances to get
the resurgence for 
a pure beautiful
morning -
2012,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by TONY GROTE 


Friday, 30 December 2011


BEFORE THE FLYING AWAY 

just touch me now, that in few moment 
I'm going to fly above the dales, 
trench, river, ocean, do not 
know the destination, 
beneath the wet 
clouds, above
the mosaic
horizon,
I do not know, where is that creator of 
my transparent wings, may be 
waiting for fill the color of 
beautiful life, if you love
me, do not waste the 
moment, just say 
as crazy 
waves,
let me submerge in your dominance !
glassy bubbles are waiting 
for a shelter of palm,
please stretch the
hand before 
falling 
down the delicate sentiments, embrace 
once again me, in a way that 
flying desire doesn't wish
to go away in the alien
land of strangers, 
keep nearer 
to your 
heart.

--  SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

Thursday, 29 December 2011


THE CREATION OF MIRROR 

when the heart illuminated, the body 
doesn't demand more pleasure, 
it becomes gradually the 
anchorite, denial of 
outer beauties,
peculiar 
self 
identity emerges with hundreds 
petals of rare lotus, life 
searches your love 
somewhere into
the whorl of 
spiny 
bloom, the crystalline tear drops
of self immolation existed,
in the umbilicus of 
cognition, the 
real 
reflection of character becomes
clear here, soul meets to 
absolute soul in a 
way that mirror 
becomes 
the life, 

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Wednesday, 28 December 2011


IT'S NATURAL - - - 

in the end of night, in this way sneer of destiny !
never did I think, when the collapse of 
dreams was occurred, I was very 
lonely, scattered house of 
playing cards said the
it's life my friend,
just take it, in 
easy way, 
you're
not the only one in the world the victim of 
incubus, millions stars often lost 
the path, goes to extinction 
in the dense darkling  
of silence, the 
high waves 
were 
instantaneous, their world was on the surface !
though they tried to touch the blues, 
here I'm optimistic, love to see
the dream, never mind if it 
break again and again, 
the returning low 
tide explained
beautifully, 
though tonight I couldn't touch your lips but it's
not the end of seen, back again to love
you, it's promise, the pieces of 
oysters, snails, conchs, the
marine weeds, the coral !
all the memories of 
some moments 
remained 
near 
your body, just decorate the outer planet, the 
inner has been submerged into my 
fragrance of eternal affection,
in your breath my soul is
lost, willingly or in
unwanted way 
you haven't
the option to go away it's natural dear coast !

--- SHANTANU SANYAL
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
    

Tuesday, 27 December 2011


THE LOST FAMILIAR TRAILS

on that flashy stream, floating mist inclines 
to say the meaning of life, currents 
have no time to listen all the 
distress stories, it only 
knows to flow amid
rocks, stones,
abstracted
silence 
of 
beautiful morning hold my oscillated steps, 
says secretly the breeze into the ears,
look the beautiful virgin nature has
stretched her arms, do not see 
twisted again and again to 
the lost past, the wild 
alleys goes from 
here to that 
hidden 
mountains, near the waterfalls dreams 
create the seven colored poetry on
 the sky ! flamboyant wild 
bloom itself with 
intense aroma
of love in 
that 
location I often wait for you, sometimes, 
whenever you will get time don't
forget to visit, may be I 
wouldn't  be there 
but a feeling of 
affectionate 
passion,
will be 
on the wind of eternal affinity, you can see 
my name on the bark of tall fern tree 
in the center of heart, as  once 
we have engraved, pledged
to live together endless,
infinite way, though 
it wasn't the true
conclusion of 
life, other
aspect 
were too significant, that I couldn't  follow
the familiar trail - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/  



Monday, 26 December 2011


WHY IT'S HAPPENED SOMETIMES - - - 

that ethereal, strange luster, often removes
body, and life, from your arm's grip,
the sleeping eyes hadn't the 
sense, in very charming 
way somebody had
snatch the soul 
from your 
affectionate chest, and while you didn't
know, where gone that illusion in 
a moment, dysfunction body 
couldn't see that entity,
though in the mid 
night now the 
nocturnal
fragrance moves from valley to mountain
as nomadic desire, your have been
reached on the rapture of hylic 
need, but for me it's the 
sleepless night  just
endless waiting 
for the 
insatiate soul left me, after embarrassing 
you in a extreme point of beauty, a 
celestial cascade of lights, but 
the emptiness remained on 
the heart, though I know
your love has the 
natural purity 
of nectar,
so, the life here again returns back to near 
you, the stable colored clouds now 
getting motion as the flock of 
unknown birds flying above
the horizon line, the 
dawn knocking
the door 
slowly I covered the blanket on your body,
perhaps the soul had back long ago,
apocalypse attraction may be 
failed to grasp it, or your 
love has defeated all
the illusive magic,
now persona 
is laying 
near 
you, looking to your face with adoration !

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/



Sunday, 25 December 2011


THE ETERNAL SEARCH 

do not ask me the evidence of survival, life 
has been crossed from the cemetery to 
dream land, that silence glance had
the incantation, with injured heart 
I have touched the finger of 
salvation, in his unique 
love every moment 
life inhibited 
from the 
falling, 
do not know that persona, temporal or 
divine, whenever it comes near to 
body, sensation, desire all 
together becomes the 
sandal touch, a 
fire bath, the 
process
to extraction of perfumes from the depth
of blooming heart, though it's the 
difficult but not impossible, 
in the proximity of that 
latent bewitchment 
life gets the lost 
trails of self 
oblation,
searches the eternal love above the
corporal  pleasure - - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/



Saturday, 24 December 2011


THE CHRISTMAS SKY 

ever in midnight of severe winter did we 
think for a moment, just a walking 
distance somebody gazes 
the Christmas sky with
new hopes though 
the persona
shivers, 
somewhere life wants to resettlement 
for peace, love, affinity, after the
historical exodus, the endless
travel didn't get the promise
land, the perpetual peace
is still out of reach, the 
life searches that 
final destination
of humanity,
a feeling beyond the anthropological 
classification, a love above the
color and creed,  philosophy 
of equanimity, the right 
to live on the planet 
with dignity and 
respect,
a divine boon to bloom all together --- !

--- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting - christmas sky - Joe Cibere 
   

Friday, 23 December 2011


ACROBATIC SWIRL OF DRY LEAF

here the river loses the pride, ego,
self deception, gradually mixes
into the sea, goes silently
beneath the massive
waves, accepts
the rendition, 
the sky
looks, surprisingly her inclination !
on the way stony wharf, fixed 
vessel, the tree ficus
religiosa, offering
flowers, floating
lamp on the 
plantain 
stem, 
all receded far away as the soul -
left the corporal planet, when
autumn knocked the door
of nature nobody has 
the crypto - lane, 
the desires 
become
on that
moment the pale, stale, dry leaves 
falling down the surface in 
acrobatic way, blues
laughs loudly, the 
wind has no 
certain 
destination, who knows where to 
continue the travel of life,
the floating on the 
wind, looks too
beautiful,
river now into the dense chest of 
ocean, forgetting gradually 
the address of origin, 
now her identity 
has different 
look, it's
destiny !

--- SHANTANU SANYAL  
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/



THE GLUTTONY SOUL

compulsion or desire, that wasn't easy to
get rid from all the temptation, here
undoubtedly  my body didn't
reach to that level, called
stoic persona, flesh 
blood, sperm or
movement of
body has 
a yearning to live, let me remain as -
normal soul, I can not pretend,
whenever tried to do the 
pseudo play, the mask
fell down on the 
floor of stage, 
naked 
ethos remained ablush, though the 
clapping was for performance
or my exposed muscles,
embossed chest, the 
hair line down the 
navel swirl, 
your 
abutment had the necromancy or 
the elixir of life, not so easy
to be revealed in few 
lines, the self 
immolation 
is the only
climax 
point in the love, you believe or not, 
the true love never dies, it 
travels day and night 
through the path of 
transmigration !
gluttony soul
waits for
beloved near the milky way of emotion.

--  SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/


Thursday, 22 December 2011



DREAM WITHIN A DREAM 

cross perforation isn't new for me, since 
ad vitam, entire birth life slept on 
the bed of prong, on the 
burial  ground or the 
dream land if 
heart and
mind 
becomes atrophied, exhausted, it -
hadn't option, just a moment 
after laying on the rough 
surface, eyelids fall 
as 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 the 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, soul
desires the endless horizons, 
the reason to live, wasn't 
so simple I know, here
unquenchable 
emotions 
have 
multidimensional  expectations, your
love has solo interest my vision
beyond the sky, as multiple 
reality a planet of 
kaleidoscopic 
dream within
a dream !

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by b.fox

Wednesday, 21 December 2011


THE RARE OBLATION 

half risen moon above the indigo lake, 
dampy moonlight scattering the 
propensity of love, affection,
in this tramp night, the 
emotion becoming 
the tarnished
hero of 
wild,
just keep little distance between the 
blooming trees, the thirsty deer 
need the clear trail to reach
on the silvery stream, 
madhuca indica -
flower's nectar
falling drop
by drop !
dreams are emerging with new look 
from the passionate pores, just
remained adjoining to the 
heart, life has half 
awakening as 
a tuberose 
let it be
completely matured, touch me in a way
that perpetual fragrance to be 
sustained for the endless,
rebirth with the inner 
angelic beauty
of full human,
a rare 
oblation on the feet of invisible creator !


Tuesday, 20 December 2011


IF WE WILL MEET AGAIN - - - 

deception, fraud or artifice, whatever was 
implicit in your heart or mind, I didn't
analyse, loved in the devotional
way to you as pure golden
ray passes through 
the thorn to 
bloom 
to 
create new sensation, scattering the scent,
physical sanctity hasn't meaning, if 
inner waves forgets the feeling
of movement, numbness
of emotion is parlous !
after looking to 
somebody's
pain, if 
heart doesn't influence the consciousness, it
meant, somewhere disorder of persona
is existed, but a person doesn't 
realize it, this nothing than 
self deception, as I 
loved you so 
I have no 
option,
several times in the life we have to self -
combustion ! victory, defeat are just
the chessmen of destiny, it's
life - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by - ARIEL FREEMAN  s creation WATER COLOR