ON THE ZENITH

Vague sky, nebulous trail of life

Even so, life doesn’t want to leave

Your hands as a mast into the din

And bustle mood of oceanic higher

Tides, on the edge of gale storm

Inhabited the zenith of love, radiant

Beauty of inexplicable bonding,

We have to float through the flow of

Miraculous ray of optimism, lot

Of emotion not yet changed in form

Of realism, dreams are impatient,

Your face has some insistent desire

The chest wants to release all

Concealed passion for the infinite

Signature, the margin of life

Moves around inclusive persona,

The color candles make illusion,

While glow changes the colors

Consequently depends on the sight!

Expectations have inadequate

Arena but heart wishes to amass

Entire the galaxy, it’s true that one

Day perhaps nothing would be

Remained, however life doesn’t want

To think for that, in your

Proximity planet has the meaning

Of survival, the genesis of creation,

The imagination of paradise

Otherwise, nothing is special,

Exceptional, accept the shadow of

Your eyes, the smiles of quivering lips -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  
  

  painting by Carol Lee Thompson 
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE SLEEPY EYES ( with  translation in Italian )

eroded bourn of helical river, looks

more beautiful whenever your shadow 

touches the surge of moonlight, the 

lemony fragrance of life becomes more

concentric, your presence in persona 

brings the emotion in the land of fairies !

on the pedicle of *gulmohar tree, the

fire flowers spread the color of passion, 

in the mirror of love, reflection wants

to break the mosaic dimension, the life

searches new definitions, meaning 

of your affection, as dew drops shines 

on the spider web, the alone navigator

sings the song, sailing the boat towards

the river estuary, the earthen lamp's

recreant blaxe, suddenly becomes acute !

the clasp moment of life wants to open

the knitted silky, constricted emotion, all

gloominess of life releases the illumination 

of dreamy starry night, without blinking

the eyes, I am left to lose the conscious,

may be I'll run over to somebody's

whip-hand, a beautiful hangover, just the 

a feeling to comprise on the chest of

extensive oceanic blue, the total sinking !

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 

* lacy leaf tree with flamboyant colored 

flower, fire of forest is called too,
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GLI OCCHI SLEEPY

Bourn eroso elicoidale di fiume, guarda
più bello quando la tua ombra
tocca l'ondata di luna, la
profumo di limone vita diventa più
concentrici, la vostra presenza in persona
porta l'emozione nel paese delle fate!
sul peduncolo di * Gulmohar albero, la
fiori di fuoco diffondere il colore della passione,
nello specchio d'amore, di riflessione vuole
per rompere la dimensione mosaico, la vita
definizioni nuove ricerche, il che significa
del vostro affetto, come gocce di rugiada brilla
sulla ragnatela, il navigatore da solo
canta la canzone, la barca a vela verso
l'estuario del fiume, la lampada di terracotta
blaxe codardo, diventa improvvisamente acuta!
il momento fibbia della vita vuole aprire
la maglia di seta, l'emozione ristretto, tutti i
oscurità della vita libera l'illuminazione
sognante della notte stellata, senza lampeggiante
gli occhi, ho lasciato perdere la coscienza,
possono essere Corro verso di qualcuno
frusta a mano, una bella sbornia, solo il
una sensazione di comprendere sul petto di
vasta blu oceanico, l'affondamento totale!

--- Shantanu Sanyal

* Albero foglia di pizzo con colori sgargianti
fiore, fuoco di foresta si chiama anche,
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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 

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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/