ON THE UNKNOWN TRAIL

Ubiquitous oleander beauty, azure

Twilight, dreams were emerged from

The hanging lakes of plateaus, stable

Moments desire to touch your heart,

Tranquility sometimes says tales of

Intense emotion, from the apparent

Windowpanes, astral glow creates the

Spontaneous feeling I looked you are

Staring walls while moonlight had

Been knocked the door fervently -

Several times, let abscond from the

Cocoon of melancholic condition, life

Needs more than silky perception,

Luminous riverbed calls persistently

Lunar reflection writes the poetry on

The graphs of waves, wild blossoms

Beautified the valley, falling on the

Surface, just step out from the four

Walled planet, life waits for you dear,

The inclined trails goes through the

Incredible world of obsession, meaning

Of survival with enthusiasm and zeal,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
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THE WET MUSK FRAGRANCE

Way of life searches unrefined path

The elite fabric sometimes suffocates

The natural growth of emotion, the

Escorts of philosophy failed to control

My weaknesses, I loved you after

Breaking all the man made barriers,

it’s the congenital perception to feel,

Magnetism, natural glamour, romantic

Appeal towards the beauty of planet,

Every particle has the meaning in the

Vision, needed to see by depth of heart,

The hidden melody of cascade fills the

Charming touch to layers of coarse rock,

Zephyr of northeast brings the news

Of spring, buds are weaving the dreams,

The stable lake had been done the

Accord with cloudless sky, blues

Stretched its empire, dominated the

Depth of perception, life wants to scatter

The condensed passion, in the edge

Of your eyes emerging some unknown

Waves, perhaps hidden away storm

Would be surfaced, the pulsation graph

Creating some beautiful equations,

Wet musk floating in the atmosphere, it’s

Time to propose the desire of everlasting,

The unseen bridge is suspended

Between the two souls, two edges of love!

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

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 
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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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