HIDDEN FLOW - -

If you could come ever, tho' -
the address of my home
isn't the galaxy of
cipher, If you
could come
ever,
through the stony path, then
you must come, there's
not the arcade of
flower, but
believe
me it has the inner glamour !
If you could come ever,
please come, my
doors will
remain
open forever, seasons have
came and passed as
usual, but never
dries the
beauty
of heart, it's the invisible arid
river - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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AMID THE CLOUDS - -

 Entire night lashed the clouds,
entire night, the soul was
distraught, the fragile
moment waited
for your
unexpected knock, in the wet -
dreams, you were far away
like an oasis in the
Namib desert,
entire
night the soul wandered to get
the stable haven, as usual
the darkness wasn't
so clement, the
whole night
inner world craved for affinity -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

REMOTE DEPTH - -

Just now you've touched my
inert emotion, right now
the heart beats have
got the path of
upstream,
the life
again flowing towards the - 
unseen dream, do not
know what's hidden
in your eyes'
swirl, it's
hard to emerge, if someone 
is drown, after absorbing
the soul and body,
that depth's
silence
disappears gradually from -
the earth, moves upward
the welkin, mingles
with the aura of
matchless
beauty.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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THE DIFFERENCE - -

Every vision has ardor to live -
with dignity, just need a
hand to hold the
the traveler
who left
behind, tho' the time never was
on my side, however, the
life never accepted
defeat, some
how even,
some familiar faces evinced me
several times, that how much
they have affinity, but
just twisted face
whenever
the ferry was in the grip of mid -
stream, that's happened
in the life, but it's
true also that
all faces
are not the preferentialist, some
are real gem, just a matter
of luck, anyway these
bad times often
teaches the
person
about the difference between - -
the ours and the
estranged.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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THE PURITY - -

The mysterious aura emerging
in the skyline, at last the
night has said 'good
bye ' the generous
sky poured out
all the
saved flare, however, it's hard
to analyze the inner gloom,
the nomadic dreams
have their own
attraction,
often
the life desires to absorb the - 
celestial beauty into the
heart, do not know
how much is
reality in
the
lambently faces, but, I love to -
see them illumined, alike
the innocent face of
a child, or the
blooming
flowers
in the first ray of sun, opening
the petals slowly - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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BEYOND THE WINDOW GLASS - -

Some unseen droplets
on the glass, and
the melting
fog have
their
own experiences, own
tale of silence, but
one thing was
common
amid
us the beautiful dawn -
believe me, again
the sky of blue
mountains
are
stretching arms, again
underground stream
has desire for
emerging
among
the inclement path of
silvan - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

ADDRESSLESS - -

Do not put a sign on my threshold,
I'm the dew droplets of last -
o' clock, in a moment
I will be extinct,
soon as
the
sun rising, not so easy to avoid the
thorns, whenever, we aspire
to rose, however, the
dreaming is the
soul of
life,
the clouds had its own will, in the - -
midnight they were emerge on
the corner of northeast -
sky, but did not
rain, some
moment
has
its own a different glamour, indeed
they're free from alphabet.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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THE BLOOMING GOES ON - -

Whatever I've got, accepted it,
it's not necessary, that all
dreams will be convert
in reality, some
goblets
have its own destiny, you can
not save it from breaking,
here nothing is the
eternal object,
then why
so -
much repentance, of course -
those moments have
some beautiful
experiences,
but that's
not the
last valley of spring, this is the
incessant process, the
internal root never
dries, only waits
for the
monsoon, blooming goes on -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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THE TOUCH OF REAL PURITY - -

Do not reveal the secret of
fragrant eyes, let, it be
first filled by purity,
a little bit elixir
touch,
there should be a little bit -
submissiveness in
your blooming
face alike
the
feeling of enamored priest,
do not proclaim that
you've been the
unparalleled
soul,
the path of real veneration
goes through the thorny
wilderness, among
the afflicted
hearts,
it's not so easy to get the -
view of that formless
lover, who resides
in the depth
of self
conscience, but it's true that
there's nothing impossible
too - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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THE TOUCH OF LIGHT - -

Perhaps, the talisman of your affinity
brings me, in the land of sapphire
beauty, the life often gets
the touch of light in
the dense
gloom,
all the lost perception beyond the - -
senses gets a reincarnation,
believe me, the shadow
of your eyes,often
force me to
look the
new dreams of last o' clock, persona
writes new definition at the end
of mysterious night, some
dew droplets, perhaps
to say the beauty
of your love,
which
remains on the surface of heart - - -
forever.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Forget-me-not-jpeg-LGjn

FLOATING DREAMS - -

Little bit foggy morning, rising the
smoke from the sleepy blue
mountains, a little bit
inebriation in the
gentle wind,
it's the
conflux point of monsoon end or
you've been dissolved the
inner beauty of love
in my emotion,
scattered
clouds
are reminding the wet pages of - -
last night, still, someone is
contained in my breath
alike the raw, wild
fragrance, the
life looks
more beautiful than ever, there's
again, new dreams are
emerging in colorful
sequence,

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE REAL BEAUTY - -

The real beauty is existed into the
depth of heart, like a pleasant
source of fragrance, it's
hidden somewhere
in the scent -
cell, the
real lover only knows the source -
of fragrant world, the outer
beauty is evanescent,
like a beautiful but
fragile vase,
a little
negligence destroys the reflected
dreams, if there's a lack of
veneration in affinity
then believe
me, the
love
will remain limited to the body, the
soul will dry before the
blooming - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

AS USUAL YOU'RE THERE - -

There's no relief in life, however
the instinct to survive in all
the reverse condition
shouldn't die,
in the
world everything we can not buy,
sometimes, we hadn't way
to escape from the
towering clamor
and many
time we
have
to search a transient companion,
that's the real curved graph
of life,which goes on
from top to axis
point, never
mind - -
every night has an ending point, -
somewhere on the horizon,
I know, as usual your
love is waiting
for me - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
By Aud Rye, from Oslo, Norway - watercolor

IN YOUR EYES - -

Somewhere in your eyes, I've
seen some beauty of wild
rose, emerging slowly
in the morning
mist with
wet
smile, the petals are restless -
to absorb the first ray of
sun, the soulful your
eyes are keen
to absorb
the
downy feeling of nature, all the
negativeness of heart is
gradually becoming
crystalline and
pure, that's
your
love which brings me towards -
the new potential - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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PART OF EXISTENCE - -

Just adorn some unseen dreams
in the depth of eyes, who
knows again spring
will offer the
graceful
moment of life, amid the mist and
twilight was a transient bond,
as the night deepened, all
the illusive screen
became
apparent, you were very close to
my soul, in the threshold of
emotion, someone has
kept quietly the
bunch of
lotus, gradually you're becoming
the part of my existence.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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WET EVENING - -

Say something, in this beautiful
wet evening, untimely silence
maybe sweep away the
blooming emotion,
in the edge
of your
soulful eyes, there's a floating -
island of beautiful dreams,
I know, from that point
of estuary nobody
comes back,
that's the
mystic
path of subterranean grace, the
life, at last  mingles with the
bottomless waves, and
forgets its own the
true color - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

TONIGHT - -

Tonight all inner streams are eager
to emerge, tonight, the nymph
of conscience will extend
the limpid wings, just
stay nearby,
tonight,
there's a grand fiesta of dragonfly !
the moon is trying to pierce
the dense aura of your
immortal affinity,
tonight,
everything of this terrestrial world -
we've to sacrifice, indeed that's
the extreme stage of love,
from that particular
point the fire
path will
start -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE HYDROUS PATH - -

Inpouring the midnight's ombro
and the warm touch of long
breath, someone has
taken away the
hydrous soul,
the mystic
darkness had controlled all the
persona in such a way, that
I didn't remember anything
until the morning, the
life was alike the
midstream
raft,
floated in its way towards the - -
sea confluence, just an
endless drift, amid
the dream and
the opened
eyes I've
been
accepted your predominance in
my life with eternal way.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Chinese art

THE STAIRS OF ALTAR - -

It's very difficult for you, to get
release from the depth of
my soul, you've been
mingled in a
way that
even
from my invisible cell vent, the
smell of your infatuation is
releasing, it's really
very hard to get
the beatitude,
your love
has
been crossed all the limits of -
supernatural universe !
where all the myth
and legends
take the
form
of the incredible beauty, divine
flame gradually embraces
our body and soul.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

BENEATH THE PAST - -

Even today, you feel my presence
in surround of your persona,
tho' before a long time,
you've been
deleted
all the blurry memories, that's the
reality of life, some moments
are just crazy, do not
listen to anyone,
alike the
shadow chases a lifetime, whether
you like it or not, indeed in our
subconscious it dwells
with permanent
address,
even knowing that the passed point
will not come back again, we
never forget to keep
the windows
opened,
perhaps ever, with flying leaves of -
autumn, we can get that lost 
address of spring !

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

THE NOMADIC WIND - -

Yes, this is true, since many days,
I was unaware about myself,
often, in the crowd of
relationship, we
forget own
value,
but it's not so late, the beauty of -
life shouldn't be limited, just
like a sprinkle of the
fragrance, flows
in the
nomadic wind beyond all barbed
boundaries, smelling like dry
earth wetted in the first
rain, fills the sad
cellule with
a rare
happiness, just embrace all the -
faces, stranger or familiar
does not matter, let's
share the love,
which
grows more and more by sharing.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE WET ZEAL - -

Let's share the some inadvertently
pain of each other, still in your
eyes floating the pieces
of dream, do not
hide the pain
of silent
prick, in your lips some unexplored
stories are distraught, just
unfold the secret of
last o'clock,
still, life
has the untouched desires, do not -
twist the face, the flowers of
hope are calling you from
the remote vale
of profound
beauty,
just share your emotion with some
one, believe me, the life will
be again alike the stems
laden with flowers,
emerging from
dense mist,
do not
forget to response the echoes of - -
skyline, miracles have no
prediction, believe me
in your eyes, still
there's some
wet zeal.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

SOFT SUNSHINE - -

You're the soft morning sunshine,
filling life in the languid bloom,
you're the real source of
inspiration, jaded
persona gets
back the
lost beauty, you're the enigmatic
silence, often germinate the
ray of hope in the depth
of forworn soul,
you've the
endless
smile of innocent heart, therefore
you never afraid to droop off,
in your heart exists the
universal love
hence,
the kingdom of heaven is yours - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

DIVINE DROPLETS - -

Every morning is special, after
emerging from the dark,
the earth looks more
seducible, more
charming
ever,
do not close the window of the
last night's beautiful feeling,
still you're contained
in my soul, in my
inner depth
alike
the aromatic breath, tho' entire
night was in the grip of
cyclonic rain, do
not know why
you were
very
near to my existence just like a
blessed umbra of divine
beauty - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE REAL ADORER - -

Let me remain as usual disorganized,
little bit scattered in my world, I'm
afraid, too much sophistication
can destroy the internal
beauty, let me
remain as
usual
little bit confused, I'm not a contender
of mask competition, I want to
live out of abstruse ethics,
alike the butterfly, my
floatation doesn't
know the
intermission, let me to float from hue -
and cry to the silence of space,
towards the unexplored
ultimate peace, such
a place where
all the
disparity get sameness, the humanity
gets spellbound body and soul,
beyond all the man made
prophecy in the name
of unseen deity !
let me first,
the adorer of innocent smile of a child.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art of Richard schimd

CANVAS OF LIFE - -

Canvas of life remains incomplete,
tho' time strokes it again and
again, sometimes gently
and some times
until fall to
pieces,
however, persona never forgets to
re-emerge, it's a strange
sensation, that, how
unexpectedly
someone
calls
from the back stage, and we alert
to our conscience, actually we
never leave the rope of
faith, and that's the
reason we
escape
the immersion even in mid stream.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

NOMADIC INSTINCT - -

In the way, there wasn't only the
barren land, flowers, river,
lush green valleys in
mist were also
welcomed,
then
why, the ennuied soul didn't get
an halt for the night, it moved
alike the Bedouin from
one place to other,
in search of
real
sustainable land, indeed, the life
has no permanent address,
it searches continuous,
there's no end of
dream land,
and
that nomadic instinct fills various
colours in the life - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

BUNCH OF HOPES - -

Many storms came and passed,
you're still on the deserted
shore, holding some
bunch of flowers,
again you're
touching
the washed away sand castles -
with expect full eyes, that's
the spirit of survival in
adverse stream,
apparently
in your
eyes, there's a sign of landmark
events, returning waves have
cheered with beautiful
silence, you're the
winner in this
beautiful
morning, again ocean is calling -
you for new adventure - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL   
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/