THE SUPREME LOVE

the manuscript of silent emotion

couldn't be deciphered, the

seasons had come and

gone, the pain of

desert buried

under the

sand

dunes, though the sky has thrived

with stars, galaxies, nebulae, the

night had its own compulsion,

unsatisfied life gazed the

sinking moon near the

shimmering line of

horizon, on the

remote I’ve

observed

into the shape of dawn, you’re

emerging on the eastern sky,

spilling over the colourful

clouds, growing the

new dreams in

the crude

trail,

all the failures, the wave of miseries, the

depressed moments of life trying

to get a favour, looking with

a delicate expectation,

to change the curse

of destiny or the

confessional

approach,

without

any

priest of the enclosed shrine, life doesn't 

accept the defeat, as your shadow

covers the igneous land with

the unseen blessing, here

corporal love reaches

to purism, the

negative

feeling removes gradually from the

perception, loyalty turns into

the fragrance, willingly or

unwillingly heart

couldn't follow

the path of

deceit,

here subconscious of mind revives,

later faith goes towards the

supreme love, on that

moment persona

mingles to each

other in a

the way that life looks more beautiful!

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

THE UNSEEN DESTINATION 

the same style of expediency, lack in 

faithfulness, as usual artifice, it's

same erosion on the wet 

land of brink, again 

call to sailor of 

mid stream,

life had 

never the liberation except the touch 

of your blessing hands, here all 

the rivers fall into the estuary,

the ocean of divine charm,

never chooses the flow

on basis of sanctity, 

on that unseen

levee every 

body has the equal attribution, then 

why several tunnels to go through, 

near the amazing light beam,

I often think for that, when

nothing is discrete

among us then

why world 

asks 

the identification of my existence - -    

- - SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE INFINITY OR CIPHER

the midnight rain brings the obsessive

feelings with seductive emotion,

that’s natural, night blooms

often, unfolds the whorl

of petals to release the

ceased fragrance,

wavy breath

touches to

spine,

your presence closest to the body and

soul , underlines the immortality of

love, the last hours of obscurity

invites the inner illumination,

all the exposed or roofed

solitude suddenly

reflects the

realism,

the outer unattractiveness becomes

inferior than the aesthetic beauty

of heart, this organic appeal

into the darkness makes

the illusive world of

boondocks, the

passion goes

back to

primitive era, the coating of culture

falls down one by one, the flame

of wood or inner blaze of

genesis becomes the

reciprocal reaction,

all the hatred,

prejudice,

rich and

poor,

divine or atheist, classical or jargon, all

the lingua franca here understands

only one language, balancing

equation of male and

female, the most

beautiful art

of hidden

artist,

the living creation in the sequence of

genetic truth, perhaps the mystery

of life, immense acceptance

and all-inclusive disperse,

if you think everything

would be yours,

otherwise the

world is

not bigger than the floating bubbles,

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

THE IGNEOUS TRUTH  

sharing that moment with extreme feelings,

our relationship wasn't so convoluted,

an eternal truth, however the world 

doesn't realize that, purity, 

incontinence, sin, 

virtue, many 

more 

definitions of love created by them in the 

name of morality, whenever love 

crosses the limit of devotion 

life doesn't wait for other

metaphors, it reaches

automatically to the

zenith of eternity,

your persona

becomes 

the 

melting gold deriving from the furnaces - - 

-- shantanu sanyal
sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by Victoria Heryet

THE SCREAMS OF CONSCIENCE 

in that simplicity the philosophy of life, often 

reflects the depth of perception, a 

dementia to love the exploited,

disregarded soul, perhaps 

that invisible power's

appeal or the rise

of dead

humanism, tilted head, depressed returning 

from the turbulent battleground, as a 

defeated soldier in his inner 

ground, after the winning

some pieces of land,

on the wide chest

was written the 

world of 

victorious, sonnet of dignity was in the wind !

but somewhere he felt alone in the 

crowd isolated, in that night 

illumination of love 

emerged from 

his own 

heart,

in the morning he touched the holy fire of 

perception, and accepted the oath 

for altruistic path, converted 

himself into the ritual of 

human religion, just 

simple philosophy 

of love, live and 

let live to 

others, 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

IRANIAN PAINTING BY REZA KARIMI 

THE AMPHIBOLIC FOURTH

Again loneliness of nightfall covets the 

unsolved mystery of your affection,

as in the middle of the ocean the 

the ship has been lost the 

floating way, the 

seagull flight 

searching 

the safe

shore to create a new planet, the nest of hope, 

the symbol of salvation magnetizes the

navigators, life prays in the mid 

night to the ceased storm,

dormancy trying to wrap 

the persona into the 

cold flame, my 

devotion or

love!

doesn't wish to embrace the alien seduction, 

before flowing downstream, just 

break the silence, heart desires the 

evidence of surrender, in this 

the moonless night your eyes 

are polarizing my 

masculinity,

I don't know in what way, the passionate 

holocaust should be prevented, it's

difficult to control the cyclonic 

emotion, the zymosis of 

love submerging all 

the personality, 

here life 

has the final horizon somewhere near your 

heart - - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE COMPLETION OF LIFE 

on that celestial trail, sorrow, bliss have 

less meaning, there life gets the 

amplitude, just like love's 

perfection, completion

of  continence, the

invisible touch 

of divinity,

release from pre birth's woe, curse, the 

conditions were very simple just

acceptance of aggrieved

persona, pulling to 

close the chest, 

touch of 

affectionate flush, the deep neath of 

heart, the real humanism's 

resurrection, extraction 

of real love which

travels from 

my heart 

to you, 

imperceptible but true just like your 

love for me, a natural feeling 

which makes the eyes wet, 

after looking pain on 

stranger's face,

life desires 

only one

that 

sentiment into the pulsation of everyone,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

OIL PAINTING BY DUGGAN 

  

THE FLAMBOYANT TWILIGHT 

face to face, touching the fingers, the 

last light of dusk coming after 

filtration through the leaves

of bougainvillea, the 

winter brings the 

reason to 

hide

the persona on the burning lips, chest !

twilight gets down bare legs on the 

spinney valley in delicate way,

plumbaginous darkness 

brings the hearts near

to closest, aroma 

of tuberose 

raising

from breath to eternal sentiments, tonight

again life desires your accompany,

wish to live again beneath your

eyelashes, sparse dreams 

are again restless on 

my unfulfilled land

of emotion,

just look with dedicated emotion my friend !

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

THE FLASHPOINT 

eternal thirst has no flashpoint,

in the musk filled night, 

passion becomes 

enraged deer, 

runs 

rudderless, on the surface of

dream trail, echoed love

brings us into the

beautiful flow 

of a 

combined point, life wants

to convert the dual

 body to single

cellular 

soul, 

indulged bodies doesn't wish 

to separate their persona,

perfection of love 

reaches on 

the peak,

the saffron morning smiles on

the horizon line in form of 

bright algor drops, it's

not the climax, life

desires your 

existence 

into the breath, through the

nerves in the captivated 

way to forever - - 

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