Sunday, 19 February 2012



THE NIGHT OF ADORATION

the uproar waves, lastly collapsed
on the wall of steep rocks of
shoreline, the noise of
sea gulls gradually
became silent,
tidal stream
returned
to the mid ocean, in the horizon
sun has to search to some
other alien land, in the
far-flung the night
of obsession
carries
the passionate trance of life, the
illusive darkness inflames the
desire, the familiar knock
on the door fills the
mellowness of
nocturnal
bloom,
little by little increased proximity,
lips to soul the strange channel
creates the intense curiosity,
exhilarated corporal link
writes some poetry
of exceptional
essence!
the reflection of starry night left
over some miraculous spots,
on the chest, into the
heart, the melting
illustration of
aesthetic
beauty
is emerging from the body pores!
the mirror of life adorned by
the cherished night, the
absolute aurora of
authentic origin
appeared on
the faces,

Saturday, 18 February 2012


THE SECRET ALCHEMY

the amaranth affection has hidden
some precious moment of life,
your fidelity didn’t allow me
to touch the alien flame,
on that mystified
night life has
accepted
the inner most fascination of your
heart, the apparent beauty of
emotion grasped all the
influence of violence,
as the rainbow
lays down
on the
horizon, after torrential rain, the
composed sky embraced the
milky way on the chest,
your deep kinship
evolved, some
tender buds
on the
leafless bough of dried stem of life !
fresh sensation of love delivered
the novel dreams, all over the
vicinity an eternal aroma
inebriated the mind
and soul, it’s hard
to say that in
your touch,
perhaps some alchemy is existed !
  • SHANTANU SANYAL 
    pitcher - Carolina Elizabeth oil paintings 

    It is not length of life, but depth of life. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Friday, 17 February 2012


THE BIRDS OF PARADISE 

on that rainy night, some soaked pages of
life, few shaky moments, probably the 
warmth of breaths had changed
the all definition, leaning 
face as the wet rose
stem, dripping 
drops of 
hair 
tip, falling on the chest, together created
unexpected environs, in the soft 
wind unseen flame was 
hidden somewhere, 
in the wet gloom
flying wings 
of moth, 
in a short night, miles long aspire to live, 
all man-made dam broke on its own
way, on that flotation nothing 
was remained in the 
mind, even the 
edge had 
left so far, life had reached on that 
beautiful world of love, it was
very difficult to return
from that land 
of infinite
affinity, 
we just walked entire night through the 
blooming trail on the litigants of 
fascinated emotions, as 
oblivious to the world,
on our own 
melody,
just birds of paradise, liberated from 
all the chains - - 

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







THE BIRDS OF PARADISE 

on that rainy night, some soaked pages of
life, few shaky moments, probably the 
warmth of breaths had changed
the all definition, leaning 
face as the wet rose
stem, dripping 
drops of 
hair 
tip, falling on the chest, together created
unexpected environs, in the soft 
wind unseen flame was 
hidden somewhere, 
in the wet gloom
flying wings 
of moth, 
in a short night, miles long aspire to live, 
all man-made dam broke on its own
way, on that flotation nothing 
was remained in the 
mind, even the 
edge had 
left so far, life had reached on that 
beautiful world of love, it was
very difficult to return
from that land 
of infinite
affinity, 
we just walked entire night through the 
blooming trail on the litigants of 
fascinated emotions, as 
oblivious to the world,
on our own 
melody,
just birds of paradise, liberated from 
all the chains - - 

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






Thursday, 16 February 2012

THE EXTRA ORDINARY AUTUMN

The vagrancy of emotion doesn't want to halt 
in a place, whether to fly away, I'll never 
stop, I'm a drifting flow of wild, do 
not stop me, let my breath 
apart above the dale,
this migration 
doesn't
need 
any identity card, across the space, may be 
somewhere lives that lover, near the 
galaxy or floats on the light 
beam, what's address 
of destination, it's
mystery of the
formless 
glamour, being hypnotized all day and night !
Heart's own identity is forgotten in love
of that beauty of cipher, with the 
invisible transparent wings, 
life has flown, do not 
know where, in 
the remote
of horizon, I have been left all the bonds of 
illusion, free from all the temporal 
traps, no prejudice, no jealous
just crystal clear reflection,
touching the eternal 
truth to my
conscience
in way that all narcissism falling one by one,
as the aliphatic autumn brings the new
budding dream, dried leaves are 
flying away to unknown floor
before falling down the 
earth - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL



Wednesday, 15 February 2012


THE IGNITED NIGHT

in the crowd too, sometimes life
feels solitude, mind thinks in
its way, the silent analysis
goes through the depth
of consciousness, an
hidden tempest
swirls
the
sentiments, a perception of
riding on the switchback,
ascent and descent
path of life swing
between the
shadow
and
light, in that ambiguous moment,
the heart looks for your love,
as the arid land waits for
fleeting winter rain,
thorny shrubs
are eager
to
blossom, the caravan of celestial
luminary passed from one
end to another, on the
bluish marquee of
night sky, often
life waits for
your
mystifying consent, on the sand
dunes in the late night, when
temperature goes down,
the bare body dream
sits alone to gaze
the dew point,
perhaps
it thinks you will come out from
the self confinement, after
rejecting all the irons,
release from the
illusive circle,
the fire of
ring
which created by pseudo society,
endless waiting doesn’t allow
the life, to sleep a moment,
though wet wind carries
the fragrance of wild
bloom, the link of
softness could
not make
the difference on the ignited soul,