BEFORE THE BREAK - - -

a lot of thing I have had to say,

many emotion lingered in

the heart, numerous

sentiment didn’t

surfaced,

the

season hasn’t sustained, they

changed the way of pre -

defined, travelled

towards the

strange

land,

the Achilles' heel for me wasn’t

sufficient, though you’ve

loved me more than

expectation; but

somewhere

the blank

existed,

it’s

the destiny again; dodged the all

prophesy, it’s normal, hopes

are always vulnerable, an

uncertainty swings

across the earth

and sky, no

one can

forecast, what’s inside the ovary

of tomorrow, in the game of

shade and light, time has

the power to decide,

you can’t change

the natural

verdict,

just

now the goblet is in the fingers; the

lips are faraway - -

• 

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

  Pickering Seascape Painting

LIFE TO BE BEAUTIFUL - - 

where you are; again, the darkness 

overlapping the persona, life calls

you; come on; wherever you

are, far away; such as

fog that covered

the land and 

sky, in

this difficult moments; your eyes

are the only resort; just hold 

up me before the

scattering, that

the morning

is still

far 

exceeds, in the heart, the desire

to live is yet remained; if

you will come back, 

then the color 

of flowers

to be 

returned, life to be beautiful - - -

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

silence - painting by TONY GROTE 

THE RETURN OF SPRING

it’s raining still on the slope of hillocks,

the zephyr brings the fresh swirl -

sensation, are you sitting in

closer to open window;

looking the mystic

sky, isn’t the

orchard of emotion towards the bloom,

the amazing melody prevails in the

environs, haven’t you; hang

around the unpredicted

message from the

season of zeal,

a stranger

maybe;

eager to win your heart; or you’ve been

given the affectionate consent in

the drowsiness, are you until

now thinking for me; or

exchanged the dream

with someone

else, but I

know;

it’s not easy to overlook, the fragrant; all

moment of past, the unseen bond

will not release you, you’ve to

wait for me until; the return

of spring - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  painting by artist Meltem Kilic

THEN THE SAME NIGHT

Again night's silence, the same desire;
to find the life; within the meaning,
the same style as yours, lethal,
then I'm once again the
moth of night,
you're the
flame everlasting; ready to singe my -
masculinity, a graph serpentine,
the growing fog, mysterious,
again a cascade wants
to sweep away me,
in the land of
dream -
obsessive - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by Ivan Aivazovsky 1

THE HIDING CALL 

in the first rain shower; like an obstinate child; 

sometimes heart wants to soak the bare 

body, under the open sky; on the 

lush green field near the wild 

stream, playing with 

dusty water,

making

the paper boat, splashing the water to each

other; on the slippery mound walking 

in a crazy way, heart wants to 

touch the velvet worm, 

in the wet evening

hide and seek,

as glow of

fire fly, 

life wants to play the missing play, the first 

innocent kiss, the first love letter with

lot of spelling mistake, life wants

to run behind the butterflies, 

seeing the rainbow with

dreamy eyes, many 

more; but alas

childhood 

doesn't comeback; it teases hiding behind 

the massive tree of memory - - 

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

Painting by Edward Henry Potthast 

IT'S NOT A DREAM - -

why my body has become like of glass;

this is a transparent feeling, or

disintegrating yearning,

it has fallen into

the fire, or

have

seeks regenerate, this belongs to -

someone; or it's my illusion, 

the breathing has rapid

velocity, such as

the boom

has

suppressed, in the waves of heart has 

a strange turbulence, I don't know;

what, it wants to touch, the 

inclined sky or the 

innermost 

valley 

of oceanic conscience, however this 

was happened since a few days, 

when we first met; under the 

shade of stars; in the 

world of sorcerer

moonlight,

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
wildflower painting by lynn benevento

THE EVENING SHADOW

do not know; what's searching your eyes,

while; I gave you everything, the

evening brought again

new story; some

secret, just

let it in

the

darkness, just now; the sun has immersed,

just wait a while, the tiredness will 

go away; scorched flowers

get some rest; let the

concentration of 

aroma to be

dense;

and then touch to my wounded body with 

blessed hand, it's prolong journey;

the night is tender; susceptive

too, gradually come near

me, the glassy dream; 

perhaps break!

a little

more; romance should  be emerge - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsplanet.blogspot.com/
flowers of evening 

THE UNPUBLISHED EPISODE

either a silent traveler ; or a nocturnal

creature left the strange foot print

on the river – bank, perhaps

the waves knows; her

address, last

night

in

the wind there was a peculiar feeling,

who had fused the fragrance of life

into the dull moments of the

solitude, do not know;

who had kept the

bunch of tube

rose, in

the

depressed flower vase, a sweet scent

was sprinkled on the chest, the

sensation got back the lost

smile, a delicate liana

crept, entire night

very close to

the heart

with

carrying the blossom of gripping bliss,

that shrouded sentiment of a

long period, the unspoken

desire, the thick aspire,

out of the blue;

unfolded

and

waxy hesitation melted away in a wink,

preceding night somebody had

opened the whorl of zeal,

life received amazing

aesthetic touch

of warmth

proximity, more than probability - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  antique_door_knocker by Bill Hengen Artwork 

THE SEARCH OF HYDROUS FEELING

wave returns to touch my body usually,

however; ground of the heart,

remains always arid;

get from anywhere;

a feeling that

the heart

should

be hydrous, ahead of your desires are

boundaries of thirst; even if you

want; do not be able to

touch the innermost

mine, an invisible

combustion

is smoldering with multi horizons, life 

wants to concoct new unaltered 

dimensions, where; everyone

can breathe without the

differences, such

a place; 

where the feelings of the heart spills out

from the eyes, dipped into the 

pain of others, full pure

spirits, without any 

adulterants - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

calm  shore 

ALL SENSE OF WELL - BEING

those moments, which we’ve made

alive, the sensitivity which can

change the essence of life,

from downbeat to the

self illuminating

process,

a long

distance to completion in a short –

time, we’ve have felt the pain

of others through the self

perception, however

those incentive

taught us

the real

way; to go towards the beauty of

heart, which is pure as well

as never-ending travel,

embracing to all near

the chest with a

inclusive

thought of "all sense of well-being"

the complete salvation in 

the love - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  painting by Christopher Ryland