Monday 9 December 2013

WHERE'S THAT POINT - -

where’s that replete point in the
life, every person moves in
search of extra elation,
even knowing that
nothing will
remain
eternal, even so, feeling of heart
chases the elusive shadow, in
impatient way, maybe amid
the mirage and dream
have a shared
treaty,
one breaks itself after opening the
eyes, another flees amazingly,
in the seclusion of infertile
land leaving gloom
vicinity in the
body and
mind, 
on those melancholy moments - -
mind searches the lost, true
love’s fragrance, a refuge
for getting brief  relief,
the query remains
in shrouded of
mist, is it
possible to get back the real love - -
or is it existed, I do not know,
or it’s just a compassion
to bleeding emotion,
or a matter of
self -
deception, whatever, but a person –
finds out the way of survival !

-          SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Ziel Shorecliff Painting

THE LANGUAGE OF SILENCE - -

let be prevail bottomless silence,
tonight, wordless realization
should be existed amid
us, just sense the
the lingua -
franca
of pulsation, in this moment of - -
hush-hush closeness, do not
think about the winding
path of ethics, in
this instant,
life wants
the absolute release from the grip
of worldly terror, hang about in
way to the soul, that even
approaching tempest
will change its
direction !
tonight
has the votive beauty of decades’ –
veneration, let me to lost into
the stream of your love,
as a wild subversive
stream falls into
the chest of
river
without any exhibition, invisibly - - -
with fanatical way - -

-          SHANTANU SANYAL


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
passionate emotion

NEVER ENDING INTENSITY - -

whenever the loneliness crosses
the border line, a fear makes
the nest, unknowingly in
the sub conscious,
and mind
thinks
that somewhere a strange force –
stealing you, from my persona,
indulging attitude do not
want share, emotion
swiftly follows
the pseudo
path,
that’s a strange condition of body
and mind, even you exist in
the remote, realization
brings you near to
the chest, this
abduction -
art has
its own glamour, creates affection
more denser, more mystifying,
the love travels from reality
of earth to the beauty
of space, a flow
of passion
from
our body and soul meets in the - -
cipher, keeps the fascination
evergreen, the life wants
to comprise you in
the deepness of
conscience
with
never-ending intensity, in undefined
attachment - -
-          SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Mysterious Passion by David Lee