alone in the rain - -

JUST FOR A SMILE - -

the meaning of my smile, isn't  

the philosophy of life, it's 

a reflection of the 

prolonged -

journey,

from the desert to undulated -

ocean, from the mirage 

to the actuality, yes -

it's true, en route

somewhere 

the 

shadow of your so called love,

or solace, wasn't a co -

incidence, many 

times in 

life,

it's happened, dreams looks -

so closed to the heart, 

and the same -

transient

feeling 

doesn't get bored from self, - -

the account of gaining

and losing was a

complicated

matter,

so 

everything I've been forgotten,

just for a smile - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

DIVINE DAISIES Original Art by Peggy Garr

painting by Avaz Mutall

THE UNTAPPED FRAGRANCE - -

some unsaid words, something unheard 

hum, an invisible touch, dim light that 

comes from the emotional

gazebo, a little bit -

delicate 

adulation, often life searches the gist of

affection in your charlatan eyes !

what's the motive behind

the sotto smile, the 

evening looks 

more 

beautiful, an untapped a bit fragrance !

it's your mysterious persona or 

blooming the petioles of 

tuberose, often 

heart seeks 

your 

existence in conscience, perhaps - - - 

you've dissolved in my breath,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

emotional touch 

THE FRAGRANT DARKNESS - -

haven't you ever met me, neither I've 

seen you, then what's reason 

of this closeness, perhaps 

an unseen bridge is 

existed amid 

us, the 

emotional wave flows beneath that, -

we never talked to each other,

but felt with depth, in my 

poetry, an unknown 

fragrance 

wakes before the nightfall, a strange 

sensation creates passionate 

to heart, some unseen 

touch, goes across 

the persona,

leaving some deep sweet mark, the 

night blooms with moonlit 

petals of love - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by Theo Dapore 2

THE AIMLESS FLOW - -

a bit strange, nowadays seems the

realization, you are not so -

well known, nor my

reflection has

identified

to me,

an approximate depth, and endless

immersion, who knows where's 

the exit gate, an illusive

mist everywhere,

neither you've

the

permanent address, nor I know the -

destination, just flowing with

flux of time, this aim -

less floating

has a

different glamour, unleashing flights,

neither you've the complaint

nor in my heart remains

desires beyond

the reach,

the

beautiful treaty, contained in each - - 

other - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE ASPIRE TO LIVE - -

the profound silence, nothing to 

say, tonight let me to feel 

your deep emotion,

sometimes it's

happened,

the 

heart has a lot to say but can't -

say a single word too, the 

expression suddenly

collapses before

to reach the

maturity,

the 

life feels so irremediable, that 

even breathing becomes 

burden, however

something 

exists 

in your proximity, that suicidal 

moment gets back the 

aspire to live - - 

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by ELIZABETH 

THE SHADOW OF PAST - -

somewhere in the dark, as a streak 

of light, aren't you desperate to 

touch the delicate feelings, 

an unseen cognition,

the clouded 

spell !

something is still remained in your

heart, despite wishing, you

couldn't remove the

weakness for 

me, still -

in your overflowing eyes some - - - - 

beautiful moments trying to

get a temporal point,

still, left over

seedling

of my love wants to regenerate, the 

surface of your heart doesn't

become arid, I know 

very well, so 

far you 

haven't release the passionate - - - 

shadow of past - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL    

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

 abstract-flower-paintings

painting by Theo Dapore 1

THE EVERLASTING FRAGRANCE - -

dispensed oyster hadn't the complaint,

maybe it was the compulsion,

the deception of pearl, 

and your affinity 

couldn't be 

compared, though the memories not 

faded, it's glowing still, on the 

shore, the clamor doesn't 

pause, tidal waves 

haven't change

direction, 

while season changed several times, - -

that's normal, nobody can claim

the endless agreement of 

blooming, it's different

matter, if some -

one keeps

the paper flowers, it's difficult to get -

the fragrant emotion, the beauty 

of truth remains forever, 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

    no idea abour painter - - evening tide