THE MAKESHIFT CAMP - -

do not hold me to yourself, I'm stream

flow, wouldn't be ceased, an 

emerging spring to 

overflow,

do not dissolve me into your emotion,

I'm an unleashing sublime sky,

carrying extensive 

leniency in the

heart, 

restless for scattering as the cool - -

moonlight, do not brace me 

in your compressed 

arms, I'm nomad

from birth, 

wishing 

to traverse all man made boundaries,

do not love me to more than 

yourself, I'm fetterless 

passion, wouldn't

be stay in 

your 

bounded terms, I'm the liberated - - 

soul, I haven't the permanent  

address - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
garden2- no idea about painter 

WHO KNOWS - -

from your abysmal eyes, some dreams 

are peeking with new definition, 

the variable season has 

its own compulsion,

who knows 

the 

illusive night will forget again, the path

of morning, let collect some 

moonlit perception 

dipped in dew

droplets, 

who 

knows, the last oclock's desire, other - 

wise, an emptiness somewhere,

will be remain in the life - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art - moonlit evening by Linda Mutti 

THE READING OF FACE - -

I've to go in that wet perception, where 

inanity loses the gravity, the life gets

some amazing meaning of 

beauty, a charming 

emotion rises

from the 

imperturbable conscience, everything

looks refined from the innermost,

pseudo coating doesn't

halt on the surface,

it falls as the 

autumn

leaf one by one, body and mind gets - 

the gloriole of truth, emotion 

absorbs primness of 

new leaf, the 

life gets 

the self sense, a feeling to read the - -

anguished face of others - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Ewan McAnuff 

THE CONSPIRACY - -

in the soft, descending light of evening,

life stands alone on the stairs of 

age, thinks a lot, far away 

in the bank of arid

river, the 

shattered sun searches the lumpsum -

shelter, for a night, the jaded 

body and injured soul

often talks silently,

calculation of

past and 

present, often get confusion, infantile 

emotion erases the crooked

color lines, on the dark

slate stone of 

night, amid

the nocturnal blooms and dreams - - 

have some conspiracy, before

the moon rise, the scent

of your affection 

doesn't

open the verticil of delicate feelings !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
colored sky 2

THE INTERSECTION AXIS - -

nothing remains eternal, then why

the thirst of centuries, what's

this yearning of day 

and night, 

neither

the castle nor the multicolored - -

glasshouse will be abiding,

do not know why, the 

riddance is so 

hard from

the illusive dreams, it's your vibe

profound or my cognition 

of card house, all 

together little 

matted, 

amid us is the transparent wall -

or the leasing inanity, the 

spread hands often

returns with 

nothing,

but somewhere an invisible bond

holds the soul, that's maybe

your love or my body

doesn't accept

the defeat,

every 

breath searches the drop of bliss,

it's esoteric, how to know, 

in which axis your 

consent is 

existed, 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

impression art.jpg

THE BLOOMING MOMENTS - -

a commitment which doesn't permit 

life to be gloomy, hence, every 

morning it blooms with 

lot of potential,

every 

moment has its own value, so it - - 

smiles hiding all the hydrous

feeling into the heart, 

life goes towards

unexplored

horizon,

in search of new destination - - - -

* * 

-  SHANTANU SANYAL  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Anna Razumovskaya

THE REPLETE AMALGAM - -

how far we've reached, how far we've to go,

now it's absurd to think, in this solitude, 

nobody except us, an endless

journey, the gap amid

body and soul

remained 

negligible, from here return, isn't possible, -

now you're not you, my persona too 

dissolved, this integral meeting

has its own charm, walking 

over the galaxy or on 

moonlit waves,

guessing

isn't easy, just an erotomania drags us, do

not know where, neither unleashing 

sky nor the earth's flaming

passion, nevertheless,

you're lived in me,

I'm lost in you, 

and that's

reality of absolute amalgam of smoldering

love - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Artist- Alexei Butirskiy.jpg

THE SNARLS OF HEART - -

doesn't know, who is that, beautifully 

knocked on the door, and in a 

blink, disappeared from 

the eyes, remained

some unseen 

drops of 

lavender water, few fragrant feelings 

in the threshold, in the shadows

of evening, I've searched 

your implied face,in 

the grove of 

tuberose, 

the mystic darkness and your love - - 

looks more reciprocal to each

other, my soul wanders 

with unquenchable 

thirst from one

end to 

other, the steeped in mist, the valleys 

of emotion, the bottomless 

depth of obsession,

doesn't know

the end, 

the centuries old diversion, intricate

into the multi snarls - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by R C DeWinter 

THE INNER PURITY - -

stone or flower, seen beauty - 

in everything, tangible or 

intangible, the same 

pattern is seen in 

every particle,

nothing is

beyond pure heart, all religions 

are contained in, no matter 

what's  philosophy !

if no humanity

nothing 

will exist in the beautiful planet.

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Stone-Flower

THE DIFFICILE WAVES - -

let me to immerse, I want to know, 

the profundity of darkness,

it's your love or the

talismanic

circle,

whatever is that, let me to feel the 

origin of fragrance, that's

a desert or the path

of flamboyant 

flowers,

whatever is that, life wants to travel

with smile, it's mirage or the 

tear of night, doesn't

matter, in your 

search 

emotion becomes difficile waves - -  

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Theo Dapore's painting