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/  

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, dysfunctional body 

couldn't see that entity,

though in the mid 

night now the 

nocturnal

the fragrance moves from valley to mountain

as a nomadic desire, you have been

reached the rapture of the hylic 

need, but for me, it's the 

sleepless night  just

endless waiting 

for the 

insatiate soul left me, after embarrassing 

you in an extreme point of beauty, a 

the celestial cascade of lights, but 

the emptiness remained on 

the heart, though I know

your love has the 

natural purity 

of nectar,

so, 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/

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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/

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 

   

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/

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 !

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

NOT SUBDUED THIRST

Inclusion into the veins of the heart, the presence

raises the question, is it possible to 

love someone beyond the 

description, often I

faced the blame,

and the 

allegation challenged me again and again, so

every time I have tried to keep my 

emotion intact, I loved you 

beyond the imagination,

though life has the 

brief, limited

periods,

on those aesthetic moments, life desires to live

a longer life wants to dream larger 

sky with colorful nebula, comets,

wishes to draw the sketches

the heart here doesn't

compromise with 

mist and rough

surface,

--- SHANTANU SANYAL

    http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Joe Cartwright's Watercolor Painting

  

THE MASSIVE WHORL

sequence of pleasure and grief

moves as a wave of shadow

and light travels up down,

in this path of realism

my love waits for

you, near the

edge of

life,

this corporeal river has unlimited

desires, expectation, hopes

dreams, commitments,

in short period miles

long journey,

how to

explain the thirst of spirit in few lines,

infinite ignition as a fetus of earth,

endless inflammation of buried

volcanoes, hysterically rain’s

desire, this river has no

end no origin, just

flowing since

centuries,

in its

way, I can’t betray you, your affection

brings me toward the new horizon,

hopes are germinated here by

your love, this the junction

point where maleness

touches to maturity,

life blooms with

hundreds

petals,

on that meeting point, rare fragrance

are born to mesmerize whole

the planet with love and

peace, creation of

innovative idea

to merge the

whole the

earth in

a point,

a massive whorl with aesthetic beauty!

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