MAYBE ONE DAY 

ripples of memory goes back after 

damping the shore of emotion, 

do you still look the ocean

with hydrous eyes, or 

the blue moon 

didn't

appear a long time, I know, life has

to compromise, it's part of 

shadow and light, no 

one can be the 

lifelong co -

traveler, 

but somewhere into the your heart 

my pulsation still makes the 

dreamy graphs, I know, 

it's impossible to

remove my 

image 

from the mirror of your life - - - - - - 

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

   

oil-painting-by-xie-chuyu

THE SEARCH OF OASIS 

this night has it's own inveteracy, just 

wants to frap the complete ego 

of masculinity, escaping 

often becomes the

difficult task, 

darkness has multi-faced seduction, it

looks very calm, sedately hiding

numerous unpublished 

stories, but in 

reality, 

there's something else, just like your -

proceeding by trapped foot to 

touch the endless depth

of my submissive 

persona, 

this night's thirst isn't so simple after 

absorbing entire moonlight it 

not reaches to satiating 

point, and that's the

charm of eternity,

as your love

never 

gets entirety, life searches incessantly

the oasis of revitalized elation,

to love you again and 

again - - - 

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

    

painting by Roy Gonzalez Tabora 1

DREAMS NEVER DIES

Aspiration has infinite branches, sprouts

emerge often near the thorn, the
dried twig recovers always
with tender leaves, the
Dew droplets are
like a dream
embrace
the tip till the first ray of sun, it's a belief
that early dreams become true,
so I tried frequently to keep
in mind the scenario of
dream, Dale of lovely
flowers, rising the
fumes from
the hills,
the gurgle of wild streams, the clamor of birds,
holding my hand by you, the sweet
mischievous laugh, misty
weather, what's more
need in life, but
alas! It's the
dream,
but dreams never die - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

PAINTING BY JEFF PITTMAN   

THE CONTINUOUS KNOCKING 

do not, maneuver yourself, that life is short,

who knows, tomorrow we will meet

or not, whatever is near us,

why not share them

with open chest,

its better to

unfold

the knots, do not go so away, maybe the -

echo will not get back the path, across

the shaded window reality of life

is not so clear, the gates of

consicence are ficle,

let them free all

compacted

thoughts,

these breaths have limited space, hence

the suffocation in life, let liberate the

egos, deceit, discrimination,

prejudice from the mind, 

heart wants to adopt

the orphan child

of spring,

do not

close the door it's nobody the own reflection

is knocking the door - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 morning glory 1

THE BLISS OF DEFEAT 

every time you've won, in the snake and
ladder's game, I loved to see the
childish smile in your face,
it's a great gain to
me, after all
you're
too close to me, just love me, everything
is acceptable to lose; tonight has
its own elusive ridges, not
like the lines of palm,
it changes the
mood
and passion in every moment, prediction
isn't possible, in your lap existed the
the extinct galaxy, let me to
keep my head on that
boon land, life
desires
to get the precious nectar of immortality - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
god s painting 

THE UNRESOLVED RELATIONSHIP 

deserted night, the shadow of your love

walks along the wall of persona, the

fumes of extinguished candle

rising up and up, searching

the source of re-

ignition,

lots of sleeping dreams, are desperate

to wake up, a silence which wants

to write the life verse, on the

body and soul, where

you've transfered

all the lively

passion,

once

I've experienced their magical effects 

such as late night wandering 

spirits found the life, as

the fount comes

out from the

cursed 

stone, isn't possible tonight to create 

an immortal history of the nearness,

an example of the eternal -

binding, immeasurable

attachment till the 

death - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

PAINTING BY DONNA WALLACE

THE SHADOW OF SKY 

nowadays, evasiveness of familiar face,

doesn't make the difference, the

life has adjusted to live in

the thorny shrubs, 

beyond the 

need, 

loving to someone invites the doldrums,

hence, I have change the mind as 

the season, at all cost, learned

the smiling, to be pain or 

pleasure, no complain

to destiny, facing

to time is 

the 

essence of life, sometimes alone or ever

behind the caravan, nothing is the 

ego, travelling is the main 

aim, ahead or back 

the shadow of 

sky hasn't

bias,

it stretches all the time affectionate arms -

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
photo - sky - flickr sharing 

THE UNTITLED MOMENTS

the origin of vortex wasn't clear to me,

the storm has trapped the life,

before I could sense the

consequence, any 

way, I had 

searched the shelter, finally your love 

has saved the embankment's

erosion, under the 

shadow of 

storm, 

on those unforgettable moments,I loved 

you, I have included your turmoil 

emotions into the chest, 

in the exchange 

nothing was 

desire, 

it's different matter, that how and when,

you have provoked to see the 

dreams, after passing 

away the lunatic 

winds, fanatic

rains, 

obsessive clouds, the ocean pacified in 

the midnight, the shore has been

left far away, it wasn't 

possible to see, 

the foot 

prints on the wet sand, hence, I have 

thrown the hull - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

thunderbolt - painting by - TONY GROTE

TONIGHT 

across the sky,

again

 tonight there's

 a scrum 

of stars,

everybody wants 

to illuminate

 himself,

I'm afraid to 

show you,

 the depth of heart,

in that profundity,

 except the

 infinite gloom

and your

 shimmering love, 

bottomless 

chasm,

 swimming dreams,

the eternal 

sense,

divine precipitates, 

or self-analysis,

crust of pain, 

whatever 

having me, it's

 before you, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Milky Way  by  Darth Mojo

THE UNKNOWN FRAGRANCE 

on the smoldering lips, who has put the

wet rose, zymosis of heart waves

towards the incline, it's your

shuddering passion 

or elf- struck

effect of 

mine, 

I do not know, it's center point of your -

eyes, which has hidden the 

celestial flux, the touch

of unexplored 

aromatic 

corpus drags the persona towards the 

unexpected dream land, life has

becoming more possessive, 

to cross the prohibited

boundaries of pious

love, the graph

of obsession travelling through the spirit, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by John Atkinson Grimshaw