Thursday 22 March 2012

THE BLOOMING SEASON

Inclined clouds wants to touch, let it 
scatter and break in drops, the 
dried lips want freshness,
nothing's wrong, if 
someone is
included,
life's open space desires that, amid 
the lips and the beaker unseen 
distance always remains,
dreams and reality 
walks together,
two parallel 
lines
goes far away, somewhere may be  
meets by mistake, emotions
placed on the thorny
paths, love is
originated 
from 
you, invisible let it complete in the 
depth of eyes, night lilies 
hides the secrets 
of aroma,
unfolds
the essence whenever delighted, life is
attached with your heart, breathing
based on your eye lash 
movements, give
me an 
passionate touch, season wants to 
bloom again, let me immerse
in the depth of feeling, 
let me diffuse, in
your
persona.

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Painting - Lily of the Valley by Artbyrachel

THE SELF - RECOGNITION


today will not be any other thing; only
silence will speak; there should
be the space such, that you
couldn't touch me, need
a lively feeling only,
an invisible
entrance, towards the soul, through
the instinct, to the unknown
destination, into the
abstruse depth
of love,
an immersion into the rare light of
miraculous affinity, which can
heal the malignant pain,
a grace which can
alter the
depraved heart, a revival can which
change the complete
life - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Rassouli's Paintings - divine 

THE SELF DECEPTION

do not love me in such way, that I will be
alien among the familiar faces, 
don't say, that you're a 
defunct soul 
without
me,
my breathing stops, whenever, you say, 
even after the death, you will love
me in everlasting way,
do not make me
the divine
glow, 
let me remain as a earthen lamp, at least,
it wouldn't be painful, after 
extinguished, do not 
say that you've
loved me 
more 
than yourself, I'll not bear the 
self-deception !

- SHANTANU SANYAL
by Kit Gentry