INVISIBLE TOUCH - -

the mazarine darkness allures again !

do not look me with mysterious 

desire, let the passion 

reach to the 

mature

point, 

still the tuberose stalk is delicate, it's 

so early to bear the bunch of 

buds, in your hydrous

retina some 

dreams 

are

floating as rudderless sailor, there's

no any clue of anchor pillar !

this aimless loafing 

somewhere 

maybe 

bring you in the deserted strand, so 

do not keep the heart beneath

the unseen hanging 

saber tip in 

dewy 

deception, it's not so easy to get the

premature fragrance - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL    

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by Tuberose - Aparna Deshpande

THE DREAMER - -

even as, everything is ephemeral, eyes

never stops seeing the world of -

mind's eye !  that’s sign of

continued existence,

it’s known that

in the

cycle of time every scene passes with –

rapid way, however some halt

chases all over ages,

perhaps, your

affection

has

a quality of immortal touch, do not wish

to leave the soul, in that mirror

appears the image of ages 

epochs, the love

undefined !

and

that obstinate perception brings back - -

me near you, in search of rare

elixir - - which is hidden

somewhere in

your eyes !

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL

art by Carol Smith

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

BEFORE SCATTERING - -

your delicate inclination towards me, do 

not permit to go away, a strange 

phobia remains always

somewhere in the

heart, that -

this

beautiful dream maybe break before -

the maturity, let me to remain 

a little more in  moonlit 

syncope, still 

the edge

is 

far away, in your infinite love, I've been 

lost the whole universe, let me to 

dwell a nest in the depth of 

your eyes before 

scattering !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

alone boat - -.jpg

THE OUTDATED CALCULATION - -

Anonymous, a strange fascination allures 

the body and mind, the consciousness

goes in dwindling way along the

edge of perilous valley !

in the depth of -

your love

resides some beautiful faces, it’s hard to

discover the authentic fragrance,

often life returns with empty

hands, in your consent

exists the crisscross

of emotion !

solving

the riddle, becomes the game of fire - - -

anyway, life doesn't care all the

taboo, in this moment, it

desires to feel you,

inner the soul,

with full

solidity, with complete passion, often life

walks on the jagged path of blazing

affection, unknown by all the

consequences towards

the eccentric point,

in a slapdash

fashion !

and that’s the fun of survival with a idiocy

attitude, where all the calculation

just becomes outdated - -

-          SHANTANU SANYAL

art by BEHROZ BHADURI 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

UNKNOWN DESTINATION - -

two unseen streams, meet each others, 

somewhere in the sky, or the vision 

is trapped in your so called 

deceptive love, the 

venomous tip 

arrow or

your 

desire to absorb my persona with deep

immersion, brings the restless soul

towards the celestial merry 

go round, I'm standing 

speechless in 

the edge

of 

thirsty desert river, looking the empty - -

sky with hydrous dream - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by CHRISTOPHER RICHARD WYNNE

THE MAVERICK CLOUDS - -

to get you with perfection, isn't my 

destination, nobody is perfect 

pure, the natural art hasn't 

the precast frame, 

always 

remains a missing point, I'm too -

not out of that perception, 

indeed every soul is

born with sateless

desires and 

that's 

indication of continuous scrutiny !

a search to inner depth is 

more meaningful 

than roving

alike 

maverick clouds which doesn't - 

know the aspire of 

scorched 

land !

just pours all the rain anywhere,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

wet lotus.jpg
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE LAST NIGHT - -

last night, in the remote, loneliness 

was burnt with new amplitude,

the stubborn clouds not 

melted completely,

your memory

chased 

the 

life with stormy mood, entire night - 

persona hadn't the respite,

a compressed flame

smoldered in 

the soul,

the 

dream lost the familiar path of eye,

far away there wasn't anything

visible, except the dense

fume and fume !

but I heard

that 

in your world there was the furore -

of spring,  wish you understand

the condition of shattered

emotion - -

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

unknown source 5

THE TURNING PHASE - -

Nothing is new in the changing of demeanor,

everything changes along with time, 

nature doesn't compromise

on emotion its has 

own mood !

so do 

not say seasons will not effect, the amazing

allurement for me, the sky was full of 

stars last night, in backstage

remained as usual 

emptiness, 

maybe

on that moment you dreamed me, but night 

had a secret treaty with morning, after 

day break there wasn't my persona 

in your eyes, the replacement

always existed, waiting

throughout the 

ages !

only happened in the poetic world, reality -

remains shrouded into the mysterious

conscience as usual beyond 

the comprehension,

just mysterious

but beautiful

artifice,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

open window

THE NEUROTIC WAVES - -

in the aqueous darkness, day and night 

when immersed into each other, 

your lineal approach 

brings the life

towards

the 

world of melting clouds, on that moment 

I had lost the sentience, moved 

fledgeless, in the unknown

horizon, the earth 

looked far 

away !

in your bosom has the phenomenal - - - 

stretch, life desires to scatter 

the persona with multi 

breaks, all the 

passion 

of 

your love then looks torrential monsoon

rain, the emotion flows towards

the directionless edge !

as a neurotic

wave - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
monsoon

UNMARKED FEELING - -

maybe there's rain in your town, again 

evening wind carries the wet 

memory, somewhere 

perhaps, fallen

the 

thunderbolt, coruscate the earth and -

sky with splendor beauty, its 

your love or divine 

ordeal, the 

soul 

goes illuminated, tho' you're unseen -

but included in inner conscience,

the persona exhaustively 

dominated by your

eternal love of

undefined

sense !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

rain clouds-  by stanley-rushton