Tuesday, 3 September 2013

THE LOST EDGE - -

needs some time to emerge from pain,
buried feelings again should get 
some life, perhaps it wasn't
so easy to forget the
nightmare !
do not 
calculate the speed of pulsation in your
point of view, do not break the 
the relationship of eyes,
needs some more 
time to alter 
the - -
silence in the babel, in that lost scene - 
was existed weaver bird's
paradise, do not 
commove  
in a 
way the branch of acacia, that it'll fall 
into the depth of extinct address, 
the residue of your love,
still floating on 
delicate
surface of heart, needs some time to
get the lost edge - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art of unknown source 1

Monday, 2 September 2013

THE INNER SENSE - -

so far, you've an uncertainty, perhaps 
in your heart there's a sprouted 
emotion, still in your inner
sense existed an 
aroma of 
love,
do not know why ? you do not accept,
the reality that, you love me more 
than ever, in your restless
eyes, an unseen 
dream is 
desperate for scattering, in your face- - 
a stationary storm wants to 
burst, the deserted
heart wants 
in this
moment, unpredictable non-stop rain,
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
full moon beauty

ONLY ASSET - -

chine of passion shouldn't be stopped, 
no relied of breath, whatever is 
before vision that's only
sterling beyond 
that every
thing
is fata morgana, however still heart - - 
searches the real drop of love, 
which appears often in 
corner of your
hydrous 
eyes,
every thing will be according the wish,
that's only myth, whatever is fallen
on the lap of destiny, that's
the only asset, and 
that's your 
love, 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
unknown source of art 1

Sunday, 1 September 2013

PERHAPS, IT'LL BLOOM AGAIN - -

you've broken the trust, -
now nothing is left, 
in my persona,
that 
dream which never been 
seen, just, broken 
before 
occupying the space, do 
you think again, the 
faded flower 
will bloom, 
you've left the promised 
path, now destination 
hasn't meaning,
indeed, 
you've cognition of living 
nightmare, and that's 
reason you didn't 
care the 
frozen emotion, maybe 
you hadn't the real 
attachment,
all of 
sudden you've changed 
my life - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
sleeping beauty

Saturday, 31 August 2013

TOO LATE TO GET ME - -

I knew, you'll not be able to forget me,
somewhere in your heart, a
latent pain, often, it'll 
emerge, in the
intermittent
way -
everywhere you'll get me, sometimes 
in wet realization, sometimes 
in your sinking breath, 
not so easy to 
release 
me -
from your eyes, devoid permit, love -
will encroach in your barbed
conscience, jovially 
it'll accept the
transitory
haven,
but 
that will be too late for a permanent 
shelter - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
abstract art - - unknown source

THE PILLARS OF BREATH - -

nothing is changed in that endearment,
tho' beneath the gulf of time, lot 
of seasons flowed with 
sweet and sour
emotion, 
still you've wait for my return, still you -
look my image in your mirror 
of cognition, that's the 
unseen bond of 
love which 
brings 
me unconditionally near you, the life -
blooms with multi dimension of 
affection, indeed amid 
us one thing never
changes and 
that's the  
fidelity, which keeps stabile the pillar 
of breath forever - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
painting by janis stevens

Wednesday, 28 August 2013

NEARER TO CROSS THE HORIZON - -

do not know, from where, the storm is 
emerging, the silence capped 
everywhere, you're face
to face or a rotating
mirror is in front
of me, it's
blaze of virility, or passion wants to - -
touch the ultimate fascination,
everything is gliding 
away from its 
base - -
an amazing flow desires to merge the 
persona, with volatile attitude, 
emotions are nearer 
to overflow, how
to keep 
the leg on the surface, the soul wants
to float on the sky path, in your 
love, the existence looks
like colored froth,
trying to 
cross the eroded embankment of - - 
life - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
artist Andrew Peutherer

Tuesday, 27 August 2013

THE HYPNOSIS BOND - -

snatching me, silently from my persona,
someone said, I'm sorcerer ! how
to explain that, often I became 
sedated after meeting
that person, 
entire
cosmos on that moment looks alike a -
mysterious cipher floating on 
the flow of bluish light, 
in overwhelmed
moment,
some unsolved enigma or untouched 
dream is that love, which often
captivate the senses, in 
way that life forgets
all tension of 
life - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by FABIO CEMBRANELLI

Monday, 26 August 2013

THE SKEPTICAL CYCLE - -

faces and masks were so analogue 
to each other, that life moved 
blindly in the rotation 
of skeptical
cycle, 
in your infatuation existed the world -
of temptress, often mind confuses
to identify the deference
amid the realty and
hypocrisy, the
emotion
remains as usual unstable on the tip 
of iceberg ! all the dreams of 
your promises had the 
short life, in the 
first ray of 
sun - -
it melted easily, several times I have 
decided to return back, many 
times, you didn't release
me from the grip of 
passionate
love - -
that's reason, life never gave up the -
chase endless, maybe mirage 
or the pseudo-oasis is 
inhabited in your 
eyes, but 
life - -
searches the extinct fountain in your
heart - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Oil-Painting Abstract - Chinese

Sunday, 25 August 2013

THE URGES OF TRUTH - -

do not let die, urges of truth, it's the 
main gist of life, even on the 
auction plaza, do not 
twist the face 
I know,
it's so difficult to walk on the street -
of dolorosa, that's a common
man or apostle soul, 
screaming for
justice !
don't avoid the voice of conscience,
in your consent depends, the 
future of reprimanded 
human being,
do not 
forget the call of distressed chest - - 
there's no difference between
us, except the venom of 
doctrine which 
injected
by insane clergy man, do not throw 
the stone to me, there's no 
space remained on
the body, it's
already 
over wounded, if possible re-look - - 
the mirror,  I'm not stranger,
somewhere my image
is reflected in your
face, just try 
to get -
the meaning of affinity, which is the 
authentic appeal, color, feature,
race, all are evanescent,
then why so vanity,
ever try to see
the world,
with simple philosophy, the entire - -
universe is moves on the 
breath, if it'll finish,
nothing will
exist,
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Carl-Schlademan-artwork-calla-lily