THE ENTRY THROUGH VEINS

I'm not extinguished, earthen lamp of

ruined temple, that can't be 

relight, not a past 

tense, flows

through 

the veins, don't question to my loyalty,

you're not different than my 

identity, even willingly, 

you will not be

free from 

attachment, because you've accepted 

me from the depths of conscience,

and that fascination can't 

allow you for artifice, 

that celestial 

love 

is more comprehensive than life, which 

challenges to death too, and 

that internal sense keeps

your body, soul, heart

mind constricted  

to my 

individuality, brings towards the divinity, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

   http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

"Bringing Sacred Tooth Relic of Lord Buddah to Sri Lanka by Prince & a Princes from India" 

THE PERFECT SHAPE

it's not the manitou, it's my existence, in

front of you, there's nothing to fear,

depends on you, how do you 

want, to mold  the molten

masculinity or glass, 

if in your heart 

inhabited the angelic art, either convert 

me in shape of blooming vase,

or in ash, option is in your

hand, sustainable or

perishable !

in any case, my love is just for you, only

for you, you're the diff, and I am

a sandy soil, now create 

as you wish, I am 

ready to set in;

condition is

only that, the creation should be with inner

heart -- 

 - SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

Clear Glass Vase - Jeremiah J Whitevase

THE UNEXPECTED ARRIVAL

courage to declare that a passer-by, 

ready to walk the via Dolorosa,* 

embrace to the sobbing 

heart, any Krishna,

who get split 

himself 

among the strangers; to fill the 

excitement in depressed 

life, any messiah, 

should be 

emerged from the thorny path,the 

humanity waits for that

superhuman,an

evocation, 

which can change the hatred 

emotion,any divine touch, 

which could alter the

predatory

behavior; life waits to that unexpected

arrival, a miracle; which can feel

the love in the stony heart,

that omnibus chest 

who can 

consume venom for the welfare of 

the world, a soul who could

disperse the absolute 

affection, embrace

to familiar and 

aliens with

purity, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
* name of street in Jerusalem, on that Jesus walked carrying the cross

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

painting by - A street in Jerusalem - Chrales Leaver

THE ETERNITY

stay close enough, that I can feel the

heart beat, touch me, in a such 

way, that stony sensation 

became soft as 

melted lava, 

the passion supposed to be divine, 

scatter in a such way, on my 

persona, that the galaxy 

will ashamed too, 

bring me from 

mortal to

immortality, from the gloom to the 

illumination, on the trail,

where pouring 

down the

nectar,

my instinct wants to get wet in your

love, in a abiding shape for 

infinite period, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ ..
acrylic painting - Auckland - Art 

THE WAIT, LITTLE MORE - -

dense clouds, in the mountains  moving

down; anxiety, increasing on the

foothills, inner turmoil or a 

stationary storm, the 

lethal proximity, 

do not look 

at me with ebrious eyes, do not break 

the illusion of a beautiful love, just 

maintain the little distance, 

premature death of 

emotion isn't

the real 

pleasure, some more time if hangover

remains, the impact of romance

will be profound, condensed 

clouds are eager to melt, 

on the blazing valley, 

some more 

moment,

let  the life get decked up, gradually 

with aesthetic way - - - 

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

IT'S YOU - -

it's you, who taught me to love life, taught 

me to smile in the storm; just beyond 

words that you are involved in 

survival, not a condition,

not a demand, not 

a promise;

agreement of eyes, signed by emotion,

moonlit night was a witness, I 

confessed your existence 

in my persona, the 

shade of pine,

melting 

ice layer, and the sweet scented breath,

unknown journey of life, a land of

dreams the way of glass,

stable night, dashing

sky, combination

of body and

mind;

what more is needed after that, the 

imagination of paradise, 

reality is getting 

closer to

you - - 

-  SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

COUPLE - BY DAVID REEVES 

THE PAUSED CARAVAN

cardiac bonding, knitted by the most 

subtle, delicate emotion, a little

hurt can demolish the 

fane of glass,

your love

is a boon for me, undoubtedly but 

before coming to nearer, do 

not forget the introspect, 

it's important to 

maintain 

purity, weigh yourself in the eyes,

not easy paths of life;

somewhere in 

a hurry,

before the onset of dream, it may 

be break, away in the sky, 

the blue illuminating 

star isn't my life, 

real life is

very rugged, the illusion of moonlit

desert, which looks the milky 

ocean from distance,  

but there's 

nothing 

but a wilderness; If possible, accept 

the reality, the spring of 

caravan paused, 

for indefinite

moment, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

moonlit desert 

AHEAD OF IMMORTALITY

they have said to me, I should write 

something new, how to tell the 

world, what's newer than 

your love, the 

realization

that life,

only breathes for you; all the desires

have been fulfilled, after 

touching your

heart,

this stoicism isn't so simple,  even the 

incineration, the soul does not 

become free; frequently

comes back  to

the origin 

point, 

the attachment that does not allow 

regenerate, that's another 

name for eternal love,

the most beautiful 

feeling, which 

never dies,

it moves above the blooming valleys !

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

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)