THE PROFOUND ATTACHMENT - -

the silence of night and your indifference

attitude, staying close to the breath 

and mind goes somewhere 

else ! how to explain 

that, a little 

apathy,

somewhere will take the soul from body !

in your senselessness touching  -

contained the happiness 

beyond the celestial

bliss, cursed 

life revives

with 

fragrant spur, the barren land becomes -

prolific dream, do not twist the face, 

just now the heart has learned 

to pulsate, the night is 

still immature, 

let it be 

full 

juvenescent, let the cimmerian would be

more condensed, more than spec 

life desires to love you, a 

bottomless depth, 

where no one

can reach,

the 

endless path of abyssal world, the land of 

deathless affection - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
blooming emotion 1

BENEATH THE EYE SHADE - -

with some promiscuous dream, evening 

knocking the door, the weary life 

becomes again childish 

emotion, wants to 

play with the

glassy

toys, let it break repeatedly by destiny - - 

your love doesn't permit me to 

touch the harsh reality, 

every moment 

becomes 

the 

flow of celestial beauty, why not, think -

some other day, about all the

fluctuation, this moment

says in your eyes,

existed the 

world 

of resuscitation, let me to search a life 

beneath your bowery eyes - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

emerging dream - - no idea about painter

I KNOW THAT - -

I know, you've to wait for mine,
however, on each side, the 

clouds of colors are 

floating, with 

amazing

hypnosis, but in your persona-

apart my love, the other 

colors are just 

temporal,

in your 

face some quasi asleep smile

is eager to bloom, some

hidden aroma has 

to mature, few

stagnant

drops 

of bliss near the lip streak, the 

some sweet hangover

still waiting to get 

the missing 

link of 

senses, I know, in your desire

existed whole the sky !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
artist by JOE CARTWRIGHT

THE REPEATED IMMERSION - -

the wave of edges reminded that it's 

difficult to sever from each other,

your love is contained within

the heart, the emotion

alters to the surf, 

maybe

sometimes, my persona is nothing -

more than an extensive, the 

dilapidated shore, but 

forever, it waits 

for your 

hydrous touch, by those fluid feeling, 

life molds the dream delicate,

some raw clay vase,

few unformed 

shape

of sand castle, emotion remains - - 

together the oyster shells in 

desire of repeated 

immersion,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Glen A Safreed

THE LIFE AT STAKE - -

some moony bit, this evening, somewhere 

again I'm waiting for your mysterious 

consent, in your inclined eyes

some fireflies, glowing 

with new meaning

of life, this 

dusk 

has some romantic gamut, re-blooming - - 

realization ! little by little emerging 

the fragrant emotion, again 

some drop of light 

blinking from

your 

dreamy eyes, again night going towards

the intoxication, the wild flower of 

premises, vacillating with 

an unknown impulsive

vibration, do not 

know, what's

hidden 

in your pressed lip smile, life may be at -

stake tonight - - 

* * 

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

art by Doris Joa

THE MELTING MOON - - -

you may not remember, but I recall !
invoke of spring, sulk of waves,

kiss of inclined clouds, 

contraction of 

shore in 

itself,

uncalled evening rain, drenched - - 

emotion, and your obsessive

love, retreating waves 

and disport of 

sinking 

sun, 

my obscure name written on sand,

return of migratory birds, the 

proceed of darkness,

moment to 

moment, 

the

night jasmine's smolder ! the long

night of pernoctation, you 

remember or not, but 

I still remember,

melting of 

the 

blue moon together the drop by - - 

drop passionate dew - - - 

* * 

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

memory of night - - 

SELF VISION - -

in the blues path of life, often someone 

walks along, touches the persona 

though remains invisible, 

but dominates 

with full 

power, that perception has a different-

aroma, creates silently scentful

to the inner corners, the 

emotion emerges 

with innovative

possibility,

life proceeds towards the beauty of - -

seraphic soul, mind becomes 

crystal clear water, the 

inner sediments

of sorrow, 

pain

gradually leaves the contamination, -

the emotion alters towards 

the rhinestone crystals,

the image shines

with aura of 

purity !

self vision becomes perfect truth - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by B. Fox 

THE BUSHY EMOTION - -

some questions remained unanswered 

let it be, it's not necessary that every

thing should be perfectionist's 

vision, profligacy has 

its own gusto,

ever let

me to wander in the deserted paths - - 

a person learns by self mistake,

there's a saying, sometimes 

let me to love you with 

an extent of the 

obsession, 

finding 

meaning in the everything, often takes 

away the beauty of that thing, 

sometimes let life to 

be tameless !

because

life 

needs revulsion, monotonous singing -

spoils the rhythm of passionate 

proximity, some sweet 

wrangling is too

required in 

the 

life, those sour and sweet moment's

glamour makes the affection 

more condensed - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL     

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

unknown path 

IN SEARCH OF INNER FLOOR - -

where's the possible, in a single life
everything to gain, that person 

was so lonely beneath 

the supernal -

shattered 

canopy, 

nobody, heard the sob of darkness,

the drowning stars hadn't any 

option, no one knows in 

which direction they 

have gone, 

faraway, 

only existed mystic environs and an 

endless silence, a quest or 

unquenchable thirst,

pulls again and 

again, your 

love 

as usual remained unsolved into - - 

the bottom of conscience !

all clues failed to 

unfold the 

riddle

of your eyes, deeper than ocean, it

has mystery myriad, the more 

you immersing the more,

the bottom floor 

is lost, it's

not easy 

to assess the bottomless depth - - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

art by Lu Haskew

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  

THE DEEP PRICK - -

from here, leads a turn too far, where,

even shadow leaves attachment,

a transparent feeling, 

develops unseen 

underground 

branch,

some familiar faces, escapes one by 

one silently, those noiseless 

moment of life, often 

asks the meaning

of existence, 

and 

conscience turns the pages of spirit -

very carefully, but doesn't get 

the old underlined stanza

of you love letter, the

extinct lines 

teases 

with chortle of tidal wave, life looks - -

the touch stone with reverse 

inverse way, and at last

throws into the 

midstream, 

just like

a raw dream's survival, among the - - 

broken glass vase and scattered 

flowers, life searches the 

missing clue of 

stunning

fragrance ! but gets only pieces of - - 

sharp edged reality - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
PAINTING BY MARY DOVE