GETTING LOST IN THE FOG

the compliant sunlight of winter noon

searches little space, on the terrace 

of life as I wait for you on the stone -

bench of pristine beauty, these are 

the moment beloved, teaches  all the 

times, how to survive, how to breath

under the shade of your eyelids, on 

surface of scattered cherry blossom !

bagasse eyes reconnoiter the face,

illuminates the nebulous path of life,

holding hands in the hands we walk 

into the remote trails of intensive 

forest, nestling on planet of dreams,

miseries, woes, dithers of nightmare 

may be existed but it's not the final 

destination, heart desires to touch, to 

feel the sensation beyond the beauty

of horizon, transient life here submits

the sourness, bitterness just accepts

few moments of getting lost in the 

fog of love, wants to forget the subtle 

philosophies, spider web of doctrine,

persona wishes to touch the flying 

cloud dust, refilling the fragrance of 

soaked clay, keeping the sweating 

forehead on your shoulder bone, as

softly, slowly lotus opens the petals ! 

fills the heart gradually the moonlight,

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

did you think its the only everlasting love? - shantanu sanyal

THE REAL CRUSADER ( with Italian translation )

astonished moment of life searches

provenance of unbounded love, 

that changes the dimension of life, few

numinous drop of affinity which 

converts the privative emotion into the 

effectual ethos, meaningful survival,

implants the beautiful aspires, a sense 

to feel the inherent miseries of alien

wounded faces, every alley to highway,

heart searches incessantly the real

crusader, fadeless soul, who is eager 

to embrace the bleeding body, devoid of 

bias, prejudice feeling, a complete 

human, exhaustive eternal depth of true

beauty, a natural celestial ray which 

can fill the illumination into the blind eyes,

it's not the myth, I know that love is 

inhabited in somewhere, in somebody's

heart, inner sight is needed to explore

that may be it's hidden around or in the

depth of perception, required awakening !

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

LA VERA CRUSADER
momento stupito di ricerche vita
provenienza di amore senza limiti,
che cambia la dimensione della vita, pochi
goccia numinosa di affinità che
trasforma l'emozione in privativo
ethos efficace, la sopravvivenza significativo,
impianti la bella aspira, un senso
a sentire le miserie inerente alieni
volti feriti, ogni vicolo per l'autostrada,
ricerche cuore incessantemente il reale
crociato, anima fadeless, che è desideroso
ad abbracciare il corpo sanguinante, privo di
pregiudizi, sentendo pregiudizio, un completo
umano, profondità esaustivo eterna del vero
bellezza, un raggio celeste che naturale
può riempire l'illuminazione negli occhi ciechi,
non è il mito, so che l'amore è
abitata da qualche parte, in qualcuno
cuore, visione interiore è necessario per esplorare
che possono essere sia nascosto dietro o in
profondità della percezione, risveglio richiesto!
- Shantanu Sanyal

THE PROXY - SHANTANU SANYAL

TONIGHT HAD ITS OWN GLAMOR

tonight had its own condition, swapping
the emotion wasn't simple, more than -
needs, summon to get my persona in the
zenith of completeness, pseudo-typed
your behavior desires to make me the
empty sheath of beautiful sharp sword !
this submission floats on the surface of
river as a gyp of alligator with shining
eyes, but sailing the boat through the wet
swamp land has its different glamor too,
capsizing, sinking all are the beauty in
your love, trust me, life wants more event
of impudent, the passionate moment
not repeats, just grab the rudder from me,
tonight I want to be wanderer star, forget
the way before swinging in the cipher !
the darkness appeals for scattering in
multidimensional way, life feels to fill the
hollow path of galaxy with novice aroma,

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

DESIRE TO LOVE AGAIN

 Waves have arisen it's true, how went 

down, and lost the flow, in the oceanic 

cirque, I have asked the onshore fog,

it was close to you, absorption of heart,

taught me how to live, life in -

adverse atmosphere, hours I waited for

you near emanation of the elusive storm, 

colored whim embraced my all failures,

repainted the wooden boat, written 

poems of euphoria, now again I want 

to love you, with new stipulations of life,

the faded milestones re-illuminated in 

a way that Twilight existed for more

 times, tuber roses opened the petals 

before the deep night, life desires to 

walk on the crystal foam of my naked leg, 

glassy fangs of miseries fascinated me,

after looking at the rebirth of instinct, 

the beauty of your proximity brings life,

the return of the extinct planet of oysters 

with unforgettable glow and beauty!

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  

RAREBIT BLOOM

besmeared your haecceity in life -

never allowed to break the prison,

whereas the perception wants to 

go athwart the beauty of instinct, 

whenever I tried to touch the depth

of unresolved, the language of 

eyes, drowning moon says long

night eagerly turned around the 

situation, at what point, the tear of 

sky falls, that life has looking up,

open arms, shocked face gazed 

your entangled hairs, infatuated 

moment of life, enlinquid emotions,

every once I have had lost the

 vanity! this is that mantra of fasci -

nation, heroism plays on those 

moment as irremediable object  

on the cyecis, floral cysts of love 

relinquishes the absolute farina of 

extinct fragrance of rarebit bloom !

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

THE ARRIVAL OF BLOSSOM

petioles of emotion unfolded the
tale of night, petals have smiled,
do not faraway just try to see, the
crystal of life sticking on the face,
mirror says the sky dredged the
anonymous radiant glow last night,
on the window frame, nocturnal
fragrance imprinted its presence,
colored flake or you have left the
mysterious touch, life has now the
quizzical perception, wants to fly
above the rainforest, oceans to
again sky, follows to team of vivid
butterflies, noise of springs refilling
the lament planet with renascence,
down the eyelids dripping the dew,
after looking you, heart I've been
forget to see the arrival of blossom!

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

DIDN'T RECOGNIZE 

their all persuasion, hypnosis of love

corporeal reviviscence,  failed in end

the golden cage remained empty, the 

cradle itself swings, the open door -

asked the reason to moonlight, none 

had looked the flying of blue bird of 

paradise,  shadow floated on western 

sky, very near to crescent moon, amid

the silvery clouds might it flew in the

sketchy land of dreams, the one and

only traveler kept the journey continued,

in the space of illusion several times !

twittering, humming sound of feathers,

perhaps called you, remembered you,

to say the esoteric philosophy of life,

I'm afraid, most probably didn't get -

the message, didn't recognize it, in the

end, moonlight of you door constricted, 

in the lower valley moon sank into the

natural lake of primitive era, your sleepy

eyes only touched the glow of fire flies!

 -- SHANTANU SANYAL  

PATH IS NOT COMPLETED

you can't even come closer, I couldn't go in

remote, in that confusion life remained

sequester, the realization that freshness is

existed by you in this harsh universe, I

walked miles dernful, through the haggish

paths of nightmares, echoes haven't

betrayed me, they followed in the gauze of

sand storm, torrential rain, into the inferno,

this bonding never allows me to take up

the arms, the hypnotized smile ties me in

the unknown world, with laughing I touched

the miseries of life, created the dreams on

burning horizon,written your name on the

wet sand bed of sea shore,no problem

if turmoil waves wiped out them several times,

the life is the another form of regeneration

in one birth we have to complete the

hundred cycles the challenges never left

over the soul it chases in the infinite way.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by - Albert Bierstadt