Tuesday 13 March 2012

THE PAUSED CARAVAN


cardiac bonding, knitted by the most 
subtle, delicate emotion, a little
hurt can demolish the 
fane of glass,
your love
is a boon for me, undoubtedly but 
before coming to nearer, do 
not forget the introspect, 
it's important to 
maintain 
purity, weigh yourself in the eyes,
not easy paths of life;
somewhere in 
a hurry,
before the onset of dream, it may 
be break, away in the sky, 
the blue illuminating 
star isn't my life, 
real life is
very rugged, the illusion of moonlit
desert, which looks the milky 
ocean from distance,  
but there's 
nothing 
but a wilderness; If possible, accept 
the reality, the spring of 
caravan paused, 
for indefinite
moment, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
moonlit desert 

AHEAD OF IMMORTALITY


they have said to me, I should write 
something new, how to tell the 
world, what's newer than 
your love, the 
realization
that life,
only breathes for you; all the desires
have been fulfilled, after 
touching your
heart,
this stoicism isn't so simple,  even the 
incineration, the soul does not 
become free; frequently
comes back  to
the origin 
point, 
the attachment that does not allow 
regenerate, that's another 
name for eternal love,
the most beautiful 
feeling, which 
never dies,
it moves above the blooming valleys !

I DO NOT LOVE YOU


I definitely, do not love you, but it's true
my life has nothing except you, 
numerous destinations,
however step up
towards you
only,
at that juncture, I do not know what's
magic there; assume ​​- pride, 
high-low, dark light, I
can't remember
all the
labyrinth, a drift, which pulls toward
you, a silence, a depth, which
does not permit to merge
or emerge, life 
becomes
blocked paper boat, waits for next 
splashes, It's  very difficult, 
to get rid of such
moments,
need the breathing, and removal of 
lips isn't easy, a tangle, which
breaks the pulsation, the 
killer grin or  the 
guardian
angel too, analysis is complicated,

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

THE LANGUAGE OF CONSCIENCE


life-size mirror couldn't be persona, but 
not so small, that you are unable to 
see the image, just needed to
be honest; have the
potential to
test 
himself, I don't know, what was lacking 
in your love, that you couldn't 
come closer, or your 
intention was just
the physical
comfort, my wish had the periphery 
more than fiction, whom you 
may not understand,
such love that 
the time 
cycle couldn't even swallow, binding 
indefinitely, eternal intersection,
which is impossible to
separate, alas, 
that you 
can understand, conscience of the 
silent language - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
conscience  by Gay, Nikolai (1831-1894)