THE RECEDE OF HIGH TIDE

on the estuary, river hasn’t the

choice, the ocean seized its

all the emancipation,

the mirror of life

encircled by

the spiny

hedge,

whenever I traversed to touch

the beauty of glowing dream,

left over bruising said, the

stings in affection is the

part of reflection, it

wouldn’t easy to

hide the inner

shadow!

a prolong pain burrowed the

way under the sensitivity

after the breaking of

illusion, for all the

time it’s not to

be ensued

that

life would get accordingly the

heart, prophecies couldn’t

save the scatterings of

emotion, vapor

layer had

the

short realism, in the first ray

of dawn, the vision was

clear, some marks of

kisses on the

chest or

the

glassy goblet reminded the tale

of night, drowsiness slowly

diluted by the floating

sun on the winter

sky, body odor

gradually

liberated from the alien touch - - -

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

  View from Knockamany bends Malin Co Donegal Painting by Stephen Pitt 

THE BROKEN ECHOES 

no I'm not that one, whom you searching,

I've erased long ago by gust of 

time, just a  embodied  

existence, that 

realization 

ever 

inhabited in your humid eyes, the feeling

to love some one without conditions, 

the unpublished poetry of inner

emotion, no I'm not  that 

dream which once

promised to 

bring the

revolution for bleak morning, the jaded

evening, premature death of 

night questioned often

to me why limited

bequest for 

semi 

bloom flowers, though your deceit didn't 

wipe my importance, no I'm not 

that, who can not return, 

my voice has the 

impression 

one day

indeed the broken echoes will get the 

path, may be today is yours - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Echoes of Grandeur - Sudeley Castle

THE MYSTERIOUS TRAIL

the transient night, century old

thirst, how to dwell the firm

sand castle on the coast

of agitated emotion,

who’s calling

from the

far-off,

life pursuing endlessly to touch

the wet echoes, across the

fragranced feeling of

your love nothing

remains to

desire,

then why extinguished flame

still indulged into rising

fumes, the delusion

of dreams pulls

one side

unseen

stoicism holds another end, the

perception goes through

the mosaic labyrinth,

the soul tries the

liberation from

the web of

mirage,

knowingly that on that particular

destination except the cipher

nothing is found, however

the golden antelope

doesn’t care the

trap, it runs

and runs,

unknown to the target of seeker,

life here searches to get the

escape corridor, release

from seductive replica,

freedom from all

the affection,

defeat

follows the mid path of realism,

the end of night brings you

rapidly more near to

heart, sentiment

returns losing

all the ego,

cerebral philosophy becomes –

extinct at last - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  mysterious - painting by Kaer Morhen 

BEFORE THE CESSION

again new dimensions,heart wants

 to be hurt, glass crafts and

trembling emotion, not 

easy to handle 

the vase of

life, 

do not keep the dreamy flowers on 

the eyelid, may be by mistake, 

in a wink all delicate

petals to be 

fall, 

for some moment beloved, let the 

stable dew drop on the point

of leaf, do not touch me 

in a way that entire

branch to be

break,

let me breath for sometimes  - - 

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

THE STARTLING EFFECT

realism of life wasn’t so spectacular,

every step had have the confront,

the graph of emotion never

passed on the straight

way, the spirit for a

exigent survival,

always said

it’s your

day!

the sun hasn’t the emotion to think

for exhausted traveler, it had to

perform the natural role, no

excuses, the ambition of

heart ended numerous

times, but revived

persistently, on

the night sky

dreams

appeared with new definition, few

lingered until the first ray, some

extinct on the eastern blues,

it’s matter of deem, how

much the inner shade

had illuminated,

while giving

out of

light was homogeneous, extensive!

the commitment to fill your

vacuity, to love you with

infinity, all together

created the view

luminous, the

persona

becomes antidote, gets ready to

accept startling effect - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  sunset - painting by Shirley Shelton