THE SEARCH - -

that pleasure which leaves the -
temporary marks on the 
outer surface, do 
not give me 
that 
transient affection, I'm in search
of exceptional ray, which 
can go unto the 
depth of 
soul,
I'm looking for that transparent -
love, which can alter the 
profane feelings 
into the 
purity,
that affinity which has the oasis 
touch, that beauty which 
can change the 
vision in 
life, 
that undefined love, which can -
change the emotion into
the golden durability,
I'm in search of 
that fire -
bath,
which can accurate the purity !
at least for some extent.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Athena Mantle's Succulent

VISION OF ARROW POINT - -

step by step, silently somebody

has crossed the moonlit

threshold, little by

little occupied

the body

and

soul, the secluded veranda of -

emotion, suddenly sunken in

the delightful craving, the

vista of wild bloom

persuaded the

dreams,

the mysterious dimness and the -

leaning face on the surface of

heart, twisted unexplained

poetry of life, someone

created the unseen

sweet ignition

on the

lip lines, the earth slide away, the

sky looked so unfamiliar on

those moments, entire

world was shrink

in your arms

when

you've looked me with vision of - -

arrow point, I hadn't time to

save my heart, it’s gone !

-          SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by d morgan

THE TOUCH OF MIRACLE - -

at that moment, life found, the 
age-long spree, at that 
moment, life; forgot
all oppression 
and 
atrocities of time, your love - -
has filled beautifully all 
painful cleavage,
alike the 
night
bloom damping the breath of 
midnight silence, in your 
proximity the life has 
forgiven the 
distent
destiny, realization of your - -
inclusion in body and 
soul, brought me 
last night 
in the 
land of blessing, in last night, 
I've experienced the touch 
of messianic soul,

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
emerging moon

ASSAY OF CONSCIENCE - -

a concealed bond between the -

emotion remains eternally,

despite the fact that

the broken glass

never affixes,

do not try

to break the bridge of realization,

the complete beauty is the

matter of myth, in the

world nobody has

the absolute

precision,

a little

defect remains from birth, in hunt

of ample happiness, several

times, life loses even the

existing pleasure, alike

the firefly’s escape

through the

finger

gaps of a kid, maybe your love has

the attitude of butterfly, unable

to judge sometimes between

the paper flower and

real bloom, the

sense of

color

just try to identify with conscience –

many flowers having the noxious

nectar with flamboyant petal,

it’s difficult sometimes

to save the persona

from the ruse

of nature !

-          SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by m lightmer

ALIKE OF FIRST RAY - -

I'm not you destination, I'm not your 
votive of ages, knowing all that, 
nevertheless, the heart 
waits for you, that 
cognition has 
 its own -
aroma,
in the grove of morning glory vines,
alike first ray of sun, my love 
somewhere touching 
to your feelings,
you're aware 
or not,
I do not know, but whenever you're
looking to me, a streak of bliss
often I've looked in your 
hydrous lips, a drop 
of life many 
time 
I've seen your miraculous eyes - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL   

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art - Rose Marie Condon

THE MYSTERIOUS TUNE - -

till the last o'clock of night, rhythm 
of your eyelids played with 
my breath, till the 
complete 
scatter of night bloom's inebriate 
fragrance, my passionate 
pulsation was under
your finger tip,  
as the 
mysterious strings, you've played  
with my innocent emotion, as 
you wish, sometimes 
played with mind
sometimes 
with 
body, all options you've snatched -
beautifully ! tho' on those 
moment, I wanted 
myself for 
mislay 
everything, till the last fall of night -
flower, logged in dew, you've  
played with the smell 
corpus, till the 
last layer 
of darkness, you didn't leave my 
existence from your deadly 
embrace, and that one
made me more
impulsive,
more 
turmoil wave of high tide, lunatic -

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
mysterious melody

WHERE'S THAT POINT - -

where’s that replete point in the
life, every person moves in
search of extra elation,
even knowing that
nothing will
remain
eternal, even so, feeling of heart
chases the elusive shadow, in
impatient way, maybe amid
the mirage and dream
have a shared
treaty,
one breaks itself after opening the
eyes, another flees amazingly,
in the seclusion of infertile
land leaving gloom
vicinity in the
body and
mind, 
on those melancholy moments - -
mind searches the lost, true
love’s fragrance, a refuge
for getting brief  relief,
the query remains
in shrouded of
mist, is it
possible to get back the real love - -
or is it existed, I do not know,
or it’s just a compassion
to bleeding emotion,
or a matter of
self -
deception, whatever, but a person –
finds out the way of survival !

-          SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Ziel Shorecliff Painting

THE LANGUAGE OF SILENCE - -

let be prevail bottomless silence,
tonight, wordless realization
should be existed amid
us, just sense the
the lingua -
franca
of pulsation, in this moment of - -
hush-hush closeness, do not
think about the winding
path of ethics, in
this instant,
life wants
the absolute release from the grip
of worldly terror, hang about in
way to the soul, that even
approaching tempest
will change its
direction !
tonight
has the votive beauty of decades’ –
veneration, let me to lost into
the stream of your love,
as a wild subversive
stream falls into
the chest of
river
without any exhibition, invisibly - - -
with fanatical way - -

-          SHANTANU SANYAL


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
passionate emotion

NEVER ENDING INTENSITY - -

whenever the loneliness crosses

the border line, a fear makes

the nest, unknowingly in

the sub conscious,

and mind

thinks

that somewhere a strange force –

stealing you, from my persona,

indulging attitude do not

want share, emotion

swiftly follows

the pseudo

path,

that’s a strange condition of body

and mind, even you exist in

the remote, realization

brings you near to

the chest, this

abduction -

art has

its own glamour, creates affection

more denser, more mystifying,

the love travels from reality

of earth to the beauty

of space, a flow

of passion

from

our body and soul meets in the - -

cipher, keeps the fascination

evergreen, the life wants

to comprise you in

the deepness of

conscience

with

never-ending intensity, in undefined

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

Mysterious Passion by David Lee

THE ETERNAL IGNITION - -

last night, I couldn't sleep a while, -
an unquenched thirst brought
away my soul from your
proximity,  I’m not so
sure, how that’s
happened
slowly
in your encircled arms the body was
left over as insensible fleshy mass,
alike something wooden string-
puppet just it performed in
the movement of
fingers on the
tune of
your passionate breath, however - -
the vast vacuity remained as
usual amid us, although
the somatic bliss
crossed all
ethics !
but
why soul didn't get back the eternal
contentment, that question often
stirs my conscience, what’s
lacking between us, that
you couldn't win yet
the soul, or maybe
somewhere in
our love
there’s
needed more transparency, more –
generosity or wild attachment,
it’s really hard to say, but
a new beginning is
required to get
the replete
love - -
I think, we cannot reached until now
In the point of absolute ignition,

-    SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
 paintings by Joe Cartwright