I DO NOT LOVE YOU

I definitely, do not love you, but it's true

my life has nothing except you, 

numerous destinations,

however step up

towards you

only,

at that juncture, I do not know what's

magic there; assume ​​- pride, 

high-low, dark light, I

can't remember

all the

labyrinth, a drift, which pulls toward

you, a silence, a depth, which

does not permit to merge

or emerge, life 

becomes

blocked paper boat, waits for next 

splashes, It's  very difficult, 

to get rid of such

moments,

need the breathing, and removal of 

lips isn't easy, a tangle, which

breaks the pulsation, the 

killer grin or  the 

guardian

angel too, analysis is complicated,

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

THE LANGUAGE OF CONSCIENCE

life-size mirror couldn't be persona, but 

not so small, that you are unable to 

see the image, just needed to

be honest; have the

potential to

test 

himself, I don't know, what was lacking 

in your love, that you couldn't 

come closer, or your 

intention was just

the physical

comfort, my wish had the periphery 

more than fiction, whom you 

may not understand,

such love that 

the time 

cycle couldn't even swallow, binding 

indefinitely, eternal intersection,

which is impossible to

separate, alas, 

that you 

can understand, conscience of the 

silent language - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

conscience  by Gay, Nikolai (1831-1894)

THE NIGHT OF VOTIVE

touch me with the same impression,

latent emotion wants to say you 

something, beautiful twilight, 

please come little closer,

the goblet is nearer

to spill, just hold

to my hand,

before falling down, the heady night 

stepping slowly, on the glassy

stairs of darkness, again

blooming the tiny

nocturnal 

flowers, 

filling the life into the nerve, your 

love becoming the messiah,

curing the old wounds

 by the divine

 fragrance - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

by Fabian Perez - Enjoying Night - Painting

IN THE MIST OF MORNING 

on the remote mystic dale, night waning, 

the thin clouds are floating near 

the horizon, I've seen you 

many times there,

like the wet

rose, 

with eager eye, for a sun beam, between 

the trembling pedicle of emotion, 

in the soft rustle of morning 

wind, spread the aroma

of your body, rising 

somewhere

in the fog; realism of dream,  love is 

knocking the door of heart,

again, life has

recovered

from the experience of nightmare - - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

MYSTIC ROSES BY GARY JENKINS

THE FLOATING ADDICTS 

enamel wasn't durable, hence the mystery 

unfolded, hidden motive floated on 

the surface, you've succeeded

to some extent, actually 

it's half truth, in your

desire heart 

couldn't be included, outer layer remained 

just a thin layer of love, in fact, it was

not able to adapt the depth of 

affection, the color of 

henna has been 

released

earlier, the empty palm failed to catch the

butterfly, few glaze left over on the 

tip of finger, your love, wasn't 

able to move from the 

incompleteness,

before the time, addiction became sober, 

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

Julia Zhao Kendall - Oil Painting - flower

THE INFINITE DEPTH

extensive river, bottomless aquatic world  

as infinite depth of the mind, hidden 

valleys and unknown sailor, the 

equation of life was complex, 

somewhere, perhaps we 

meet in the meander

of emotion, to go 

together,

toward the upstream course,unaware of 

the rising storm, riding on old ferry,

we floated to remote, touched 

the foamy seashore, just

without thinking, on

that confluence,

we looked

the full lively world of dream, life-death-

free sigh, a touch of eternal love,

unleashing blue sky and 

bottomless ocean, 

we have 

emerged, with new glowing scales !as 

the tender sun  rays  - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

inner mind 

THAT'S WHY - - 

whatever was in my share, I tried to make

them beautiful, there's no complaint 

to destiny, helplessness later

became the citation, the

multi erosion of

shore 

cannot stop to climb the embankment, in

any case, your love holds the arms, 

protects your vision from 

drowning; life blooms 

among the thorns,

the advent of

the fragrance is  sure, the purity of -

veneration existed inside the

heart, exterior beauty has 

a mere illusion; not 

more than that,

and that's 

why, even after losing everything, life

doesn't accept the defeat - - - 

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

THE SINKING STARS

The dripping sound of dew drops, 

cognition of the falling leaves,
the silence of heartbeat,
somewhere, your love
inhales the life,
a step
sound, which gradually comes
closer, such as moonlight
secretly, without
knocking the
door,
placed some poem or letter,
immersed in the scent, from
the gap in the door, a
rustle, the scatter
of perfumes
everywhere, the sky comes down
on the surface, all direction
have illuminated with
unknown glow,
I sat throughout the night alone,
gazing at the sinking stars
one by one - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Spiral of Dust and Stars 

ON THE REALISTIC SURFACE 

lively body, pitch-darkness, beating heart, 

and proximity, what's fear, whatever

you want to get, go through the 

entire exposed somatic

point, it's not the 

geometric 

theorem, that you've required basic

principle, let the mask fall in 

natural way, you can't 

stop the impulsive 

primitiveness, 

it's natural 

need, even divine power can't restrict, but 

condition is only that, it wouldn't be to

artificial,otherwise, the love 

wouldn't be the blessing,

in a wink, curse will

destroy the 

relationship, bliss will be transformed into

repentance; there wouldn't be

anything, except the

scream and 

emptiness. 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Traditional Abstract Paintings by  VISHAL MISHRA 

THE LOST HAPPINESS

the corporal pain would be heal, itself 

one day, but the wound of heart

drops through out the life, 

that smile, which 

gives the 

pleasure to someone, persona

wants to disperse the 

hidden affection,

 it's not 

necessary, would be succeed every 

step; no harm in taking the oath;

trying to find the true meaning

of life, in this situation,

the person forgets 

the own pain,

what's

wrong in that, if dried flowers have 

a feeling of dewy touch, just 

a smile, the touch of 

affection can 

change 

the life, if possible ever, so please

try it, surely you will regain

the lost happiness,

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