NO MORE COMPLAINT 

outer of fire radius, ovation of the 

audience, circle point couldn't

show the sound of broken 

heart, life has no option,

choice became then 

just suspension

in the cipher, 

dream jar

was

kept on the center of ceiling as 

the flickering chandelier,

some whit of light 

dropped into 

destiny's 

lap, 

some scattered unclouded -

desires were unlimited

your love was the 

invaluable glow,

illuminated

the life 

to 

some extend, no more complain 

to darkness.

---  SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Modern-Abstract-art-Painting

WHEN SKY SHRINKS 

extinguished ignis looks staid, a little 

blow of wind could burn the 

grassland in a wink, in 

your lip's line, an 

unknown 

stream flows day and night, creates

new potential of life, ever so,

let me to pass over on 

that mysterious 

edge, 

drooping is the fate of bloom, but 

they never forget to smile, 

before sinking the 

emotion, just I

absorbed 

the 

drop of dew which fell down from 

your blue eyes, though it's

difficult to find out the

reflection from that

scattering 

beam,

which flower to be bloomed or not !

silent aspiration just gazed

the starry sky, moon 

appears or not,

who cares, 

the

entire cosmos shrinks in that 

serene cornea, life wants

to stay everlasting 

near that flow 

of love,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Night Sky by EPICHTEKILL

THE INNER FEELINGS

yes, I know, your desire's limitation, the
physical realm, but often truth throws
me in amazement, in the solitude
moment, I look the mirror,
want to give beautiful
deception to my
disappearing
 age,
emerging wrinkles, laxity of muscles, here
you believe or not, I feel fresh, and
this recency brings me near to
your fire annulus, lost vigor
revives itself life wants
more moments to
explore you,
in afresh
way,
moral immoral, nice or worse, scent stench,
let it hide in the pages of mysterious
epics, right now we are alive, why
should waste the time to think
for usual or unusual, when
death is confirmed on
certain day, why too
much discomfort,
let it come in
its way,
tomorrow who knows, your face is on my
chest, life is moving from your breath
to me, apart that the planet is
gloom, a massive cipher,
just feel the love on
that way,
illuminate the heart with inner feelings - -

--  SHANTANU SANYAL

THE NOMADIC EMOTION 

on that dim remote, just now mist -

floating up, in the lost valley,

maybe somewhere the 

obscure, vigorless

sun searching 

the night

shelter,

into the deep sigh, wet emotion -

waited for a favor, that 

reconnoiter person

had the weak 

memory,

even 

if he wanted, couldn't introduce -

himself, gazed as a stranger

to long stood silently at 

the door, jaded face

merely opened 

the lip and 

said, 

oh, I'm sorry, most probably I been 

forgotten the direction, my 

destination is existed

into the darkness,

by mistake 

reached 

here,  

I wanted, I couldn't help, life returned

in back foot, all echoes were 

hollow but time didn't fill 

them by moonlit flow,

self- narrative was

incomplete, 

resided

lonely, 

finally sun had became migratory

soul, left all intimacy, 

affections, love - - - 

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

painting by - Vladimir Soldatkin

THE HOMOGENEOUS SENSATION

entangled phase of heart, sometimes 

can't think about the outflow, the 

pulsation left my persona 

while hands were 

growing to 

hold 

the overflowing glass, swung out -

drops soaked the heart, it

wasn't the easy to save

the corporeal planet,

so I chose to be 

in love, life 

looked 

on 

that moment prolonged, charming,

the ruined life and shade of 

her eyelids, historical 

scatter of brittle

emotions,

moment

to moment, I was drowning though

the edge wasn't far away, but 

I didn't want to raise, that 

submersion brought 

me in the land of 

enduring

soul, 

the underground cavity illuminated 

by the unknown magnetism, I 

loved the unprecedented

body in aquamarine

darkness, slowly 

conscious

left the 

mind, now everything is diaphanous,

nothing is hidden between us, 

that's the process to feel

each other, to live 

each other in 

way that

no difference amid one another, 

solidarity of body, heart, 

and of course the 

homogeneous

sensation of 

life.

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

THE INVISIBLE FLAMES

The flames were within me since born,
it has crossed all the blazing stairs,
day by day, the density of passion
has been exceeded to touch
the horizon line, the chortle of
Ocean couldn't mute   
the fermentation,
on the labia
of coast,
I accepted your disintegrated persona
the pain itself became medication,
do not ask my integral friend
about the conjuration of
fire and water, all the
auguries of sky
were hollow,
as you
have clung to my life in a way that the sky,
itself was folded in the arms, now
the phase of the season waits for
our gesture, to change the
the mood of nature, squirm
of two souls often
creates the
moist
dream in the silence of sweet midnight,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by – passion - Jeff White
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

AROUND THE SOUL 

just now eyelids opened, let leave -

sometime hangover, the world 

of glim hasn't returned into 

the perception, do not

please break the

glassy dream,

in the wind

crummy

cotton of bombax ceiba floating with

prismatic beauty, apart sun and

shade life gets you near the 

gentle spirit, on the naive 

flap of sprouted plant,

as a trembling tiny

drop of rain, my 

recreant love

waits for 

your 

baying lips, that would complete the -

meaning of wet- ray of life, here

the winter dawn will fill the 

arms with the incense

of body, a few 

moments 

let your

breath in my chest, by the time you get

close to my heart, until the closed

petals of wild bloom, do not 

release the mysterious 

acme aroma, just

remain around

the soul.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

flower painting by zampedroni

THE CHESSBOARD 

before reaching on the portal of innards 

caravan left the burg, deserted 

high way looked me very 

strangely, sky had 

been crimped

all spilled

out 

stars, nebula, milky way, of course the 

moon, I searched you among the 

shrinkage of glowing dust, 

the half noggin had 

no trace of your

lip print,

night

seemed jaded, chandeliers were 

gloomy as empty phial of 

exotic perfume, the 

half melted 

dreams 

and 

candles scattered on the chessboard - 

designed floor of life, vanguard 

emotion utilized by you 

inconceivably, now

my persona is 

not lesser 

than 

the infantry man, after defeat standing 

among the crowd of audience,

both sides of victorious 

path, the procession 

passed in the 

luxurious

way, 

you cut off a corner, refused all the -

happening of amethyst 

darkness, erased 

brilliantly the 

familiar 

odors,

no doubt you had won the game of life.

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

FEELING OF BEING ALIVE

flames risen from the ocean, nothing was 

the abnormal, fumes impenetrated 

the sky, its matter of perception,

volcanic combustion or it 

generated from my 

corporal world, 

I know,

the address of derivation, somewhere -

between the tavern and shrine,

my love inhabited since 

the creation, that's

your definition

it's bad or 

good, 

in my glossary, love is gender less -

cognition, a glibness perception,

knows only flowing toward 

the slopes, continuously

embracing the arid,

afflicted, barren 

land, it's

free 

from all the worldly shackles, natural

completely parthenogenesis,

a feeling to adopt all the

universe inner heart,

just the space of 

beauty and 

realism, 

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE STAIRS

The stairs of life had flimsy sensation,
on the pinnacle of the mountain,
flying thin clouds hang
about for some
moment,
tried to touch your affection, often
missed the beauty of mist, few
wet drops remained on the
chest, emotion born
somewhere
beneath
the lotus stem, matured in natural way,
lucid, coloured wings evolved
silently, in the dawn of
beautiful spring
flew away
swiftly,
from one swamp to the other, heart couldn’t
identify, inclination was toward me
or you have been altered the
persona with dragonfly,
the reflection of
azure clear
sky
created the chimera, between the
two skies, life searched the
realism, before sinking
the sun into the
sea shore,
twilight arranged the bouquet of tube-
rose, crescent moon appeared
as usual, faraway blinking
mica layers had the
limited glow,
later night
consumed all the flickers, consent of
love belated, the glassy surface
broken indeed, but in the
midnight some miracle
happened, before
breaking of
dream,
you have embraced me in a way that
all the closed pod of tube rose
opened the doorway of
cologne, on that
moment,
life couldn’t get down from obsession,

    SHANTANU SANYAL
   

THE ARMS UP EMPEROR 


the rugged surface of life, sneer views
of society, all together filled more
vigor of resistant, latent  virility
when woke up I was born
to love you, to feel the
parthenogenesis
sentiment, I
entered
invisibly in your persona, you do not
know that, when hair follicles
from your glassy body
oozed the incense
of my passion,
then to be
you
realized the intensity of everlasting
addiction, on that extravagant
moment you have kissed
madly, subdued my
burning ember,
tried to tame
irruption,
decades long ablaze flame of love -
finally extinguished silently,
you proved the adage
that iron cuts iron,
when the arms
loose the
grip,
the talismanic eyes pulled up the
falling graph of breath, on
that reunion point of
desires, essence
of life said me
heaven is
not an
abstract object, it existed somewhere
between your two lip lines, on
the corner of breathtaking
eyes, as arms up
emperor on the
 battlefield,
I followed the reclusion, left the invasion,


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

ON THAT FRAGRANT NIGHT :

that bizarre darkness of moonless,

drizzling night, influenced whole

the life, enticed eyes said,

“whorl of intoxicated

desires towards

the burst,

the corolla of love wants to spill out”

while my nascent perception

had the inadequate horizon,

a terror to premature

summit, the

unknown

barrier of hesitation, didn’t allow to

touch the wine glass on that

moment, I had controlled

the swarming fervor,

while your remark,

ignited the cell

to muscles,

collected the nomadic fragrance, just

answered, “no it’s too early,

just wait till spring, my

love is raw pot, let

it dry in the sun

light, later

into the kiln, after in your obsession !

afterward, how would be the

decoration, depends on

your heart, let me

grow to that

level,

definitely, one day I will saturate the

body and soul together

just wait for that

moonlit night,”

• SHANTANU SANYAL  
  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/