SEE YOU, ON SOME OTHER DAY

exterior beauty attracted the mind

rapidly, zero was the inventive

on that, discovery of heart

was the endeavor, now

it’s the hidden point

of life, that up to

what extent

you have

touched my sensation, stirred the

quiescent perception, process

of love goes as waves of

steady lake, lotus

stalk doesn’t

persuade

by the

noxious serpent, just waits for

the first ray of sun, thriving

is natural phenomenon,

morning zephyr gives

news to winged

lover of honey,

pollens are

restless

to send

the soul across the sky path to meet

the unseen, unknown absolute

heart for blooming with new

birth with new destination,

in the planet of rare

dream - -

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

  painting - Eternal Beauty, Peter Lik

ON THAT SUPREME POINT

the small incident of that night

has changed, beautifully the

world of sentiment, how

much the dense clouds

had melted on the

surface of crate,

it wasn’t the

aspect to

think,

in fact the barbed wires were

found twisted, the captive

desires had grown the

wings, and vanished

into the darkness

of moonless

night,

emancipation from the illusive

world is not a child’s game,

sometimes the entire

life passes empty

hands while

many

times the affinity of stranger face

looks more familiar, as the

affection of infinite era,

little digging was

enough for the

quench,

though somebody dug the saline

lake with massive way, but

life remained thirsty

forever, it’s the

question of

devotion,

that

you couldn’t find the shape of

mystic lover in the granite

statue, after prolong

adoration, I found

that absolute

truth in the

face of

you,

here my perception reaches to the

extreme point of soul , you

can name it any, but

realism is the only

true love.

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

THE MATURITY OF PERCEPTION 

trembling fingers couldn't save the floating

drops of affection, fireflies sped up 

left over some marks of flake,

after losing your love, I 

have realized the 

value of life,

though it 

wasn't

to late, but emotional edge had been 

eroded to some extend, some

dreams had the torn wings,

but not so weak that 

can not fly, life 

finally

learned to be careful of falling, stairs 

say just watch it, destination 

laughs with mysterious 

humor, my identity 

is stubborn,

doesn't

agree 

for compromise, now I'm so matured to  

play with seduction, stake, the

language of love and lust 

are supplement each 

other, mask and 

face, the real 

truth is 

hidden in inner the perception, organic 

authenticity has its own boundaries,

it's not necessary that I will 

look the world through 

your sight, maybe 

where your 

vision 

thinks the end, beginning point is existed 

there, summery is simple, the path 

of thorns have taught me to 

bloom on seasonal way, 

waft the incense, 

for whole the 

valley, 

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

  

THE WETLAND OF LOVE 

my  voice had returned in echoes, extinct 

in the dust of caravan, twilight 

fulfilled its promise,  

Unleashed the

beauty 

of colored sky, knocked the closed door

of emotion, picked all the pieces

of broken dream, once again

redecorated the ceremony 

with painful smile,

albeit the state

of heart 

remained behind the curtains, as a shy 

reticent kid, conversant, extrinsic

all faces moved in sequence,

in the candle burn light, 

I searched that 

missing 

face,

gliding all satellite one by one, left the 

the transient comet, on the sky 

path, I sat alone for a long, 

anyone couldn't give 

her address, I 

asked to 

clouds,

winds, cipher, light, all the celestial 

beauty were irrefutable, just 

looking silently, with 

amazing eyes 

some may 

be 

answered but I couldn't catch on their 

intent, but it was clear that she 

existed in my breath, in the

fluidity of blood, across 

perception, into the 

heart's pulsation,

holding the 

rope of 

life - - - 

--- SHANTANU SANYAL
   http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by - colored clouds - Calvin de Ruyter