THE SEMI BLOOM FLOWERS

Do not hold enthusiasm of the heart, 

let open all the wings, life want

unleashing flight, above the

flaming plaintiffs, across 

the  desert, dream 

clouds pouring 

somewhere,

life calls 

you 

again and again near the horizon -

of hope, oblivious to the pain 

and sorrow, let create 

the innovative 

definitions, 

on the 

surface of rugged wilderness, some

buds of love are waiting to 

bloom,touch them gently

like dew drop lets,

let raise the 

ambition 

of semi bloom flowers to release the 

immortal fragrance - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL   

THE SEMI BLOOM FLOWERS 

do not hold enthusiasm of the heart, 

let open all the wings, life want

unleashing flight, above the

flaming plaintiffs, across 

the  desert, dream 

clouds pouring 

somewhere,

life calls 

you 

again and again near the horizon -

of hope, oblivious to the pain 

and sorrow, let create 

the innovative 

definitions, 

on the 

surface of rugged wilderness, some

buds of love are waiting to 

bloom,touch them gently

like dew drop lets,

let raise the 

ambition 

of semi bloom flowers to release the 

immortal fragrance - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL   

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,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
  painting - Night - sinorigin 

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 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  pitcher - Carolina Elizabeth oil paintings 
  

  
  

  

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

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/