THE VOLUNTARY COMBUSTION - -

I'm helpless before your insistence, 
repeatedly, I said you, do not 
come so nearer, do not 
love me, in this way,
self desolating !
but you 
didn't listen, incessantly, I reminded,
do not play with igneous circle,
one day except the ash 
nothing will be in 
your hands,
still -
you do not want to return, anyway - - 
no doubt, I love your boldness,
the spirit of voluntary -
combustion !
and that 
obstinacy forces me, to love you in - 
beyond imagination, where 
all perception, example
becomes fade,
hence 
persona desires to accept the life of
moth, maybe short, but in your 
love it looks more longer
than an immortal 
soul - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
autumn

THE INNER BEAUTY - -

inner beauty never faded, outer seasons
change their appearance, between 
pain and pleasure, a line of 
expectation always 
existed, just 
life - 
moves towards the inadvertently sealine,
in your smile inhabited the world 
of new definitions, only 
the self detection 
is needed,
the -
calculation of achieve and lose has its 
own perception, in the end of day
only one thing was the true
reflection that, I loved 
the world with 
fidelity, 
and no doubt your unconditional love - -
inspired me a lot - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Paintings By Marney Ward

THE INTER MIGRATION - -

feel me closely, in your breath, in throb,-
in your disruption, in fretum, I'm -
existed within your persona, 
without wrapper or 
folded with the
modesty,
like the rustle of moonlit leaves, feel me
in your half asleep consciousness,
in covert stream which flows 
leisurely beneath your 
fueled chest, just 
somewhere
in the -
corner of eyes, I'm weaving few graceful 
dream, feel me in your soul and 
mind, shadow of love now
gradually spreading 
on your body,
slowly 
you're leaving the earth, going towards - -
my heart - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Midnight Blue by Wistmans Wood