NOTHING EXCEPT THAT - -

as much you want, you can collect, the 

generous bosom of nature never

refuse, sometimes the 

heart desires to 

muffle the 

beauty

of blooming valley, the shadow of - -

moon, the depth of ocean,

the endurance of 

burnt desert,

afflicted

but 

remains perpetual silent, in your love 

I've learned as burning incense

in the covert oratory, the 

life wants to borrow

the aroma of 

tuberose 

for 

comprehensive diffusion, in the - - - 

disconsolate evening, for 

creation of some 

unpublished

poetry 

in 

your dreamy eyes, nothing except that 

in this moment - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Artist Filomena Booth

THE PROVISIONAL BLOSSOM - -

the debarkation is the part of nature,

everything goes towards the 

fallout along with time,

maybe leaf or 

blossom !

the 

face was so gloomy though mirror-

didn't complain anything, in 

your claim, how much 

was the honesty,

often thinks

life -

anyway, in that solace existed the - -

beauty of love, pseudo or real, 

it's subject of leisure 

debate, ever 

again 

we will think for that, affectionate - - 

moments says what's wrong,

if unseen bond wants

permanence, so 

don't prevent

the flow

of light from your  inebriate eyes !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by Christine Krainock.