nothing, I want from you, trust me,
in this moment, your smile
is precious, in this
darkness, your
glazed
eyes are undiscovered oasis of - -
fueled desert, in this moment
your breath shows the
path to maverick
emotion, in
this -
moment, you're the blessed love - -
I'm just a bubble, a fleeting
cognition, you've in
this moment
entire
cosmos, I'm a thin grey cloud - - -
floating above the skyline,
in this moment you're
splendor of blue
sky, I'm
nothing before you, in your heart - -
existed the beauty of creation,
in your womb somewhere
inhabited the seed
of humanity !
I do not
want any thing from you except - - -
one drop of love - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
flower of edge
a misty screen amid us, some -
unexpected touch, few
fervent moment,
some
aflame drops on the thrilled lips,
rustling sound on the wild
bloom's meadow,
touching to
Adam's
apple, that's your breath or life -
proceeding towards the
unknown estuary
of unseen
dream,
the hang around of intoxicating
fragrance or you've been
immersed in my
chest, or in
the depth
of soul
your infiltration with passionate
possession !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Moonlight-Solace
do not play again and again, with my
fragile feeling, it's so difficult to
recoup, a little negligence
will ruin all beauty
of love, let
me to
stay on the edge of syncope, this - -
smoky dream is the only
recourse in my life,
do not awake
me from
the deep sleep, let me remain inside
me, do not altar me, in your
pace, if authenticity
would be lost,
every
thing will look just like dried flower -
azoic, lifeless - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Gin Lammert
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after dissolving my persona in
your love, I'm failed to
recognize my
image
in
the life size mirror, felt very - -
strange, it's amazing
metamorphosis
of my body
and
soul, or only a fen-fire of eyes,
slowly, I'm losing, entire
complexion, feeling,
sensation, do
not know
how
you've been occupied my life,
without your breath I'm
exhausted, without
your smile I'm
just a
lifeless clay idol, insensitive !
a sort of new creature,
shadowless - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by fleur deakin
out of shadows, sometimes feel me
in your real soul, in the depth of
innermost, do not hide
the impulsion,
in your
exhalation, somewhere my love is -
flurried, alike the sealed phial
of celestial scent, feel
me, sometimes
in your
chest with volcanic instability, I'm -
there, I was forever in your
heart, with fragile
heart beats,
beneath
your wink, somewhere my breaths
are existed, feel me in your
dormancy, touch me
in your dreamy
vigil, I'm
contained in your sensation, I was
always involved in your emotion,
it's different matter, that
you haven't idea
yet - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Artist Susan Bennerstrom
a grand flow, often I've seen your
mysterious eyes, a cosmos
of sapphire beauty
allured my
life,
often, I loved you beyond all the -
boundaries, a process of
renaiscence, vibrant
light of your
pure
heart, shown me the path of self -
discovery, in the cimmerian
of pain and sorrow, I
just inclined the
face, on
your
chest, to get a miraculous touch,
in your love I've crossed
the bottomless
ocean
of emotions, I do not know the -
real acquirement in life,
but your selfless
affection
made
me complete man with straight - -
backbone, which can
stand with dignity,
which can
fight
against the inveracity, which can -
challenge against the
injustice - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
toward the illumination
I've tried again tonight, to decorate
the desolate heart, again I'm
sitting alone, near the
broken glass -
window,
on
the river edge, perhaps, returned -
back, all the ferry boats, the
clamor of birds toward
the silence, the
old banyan
tree
looks just haunted, tho' it has been
given shelter to everyone,
indeed, the wrinkles
of face, and
infidelity
of
mirror, do not know which one is - -
correct, the truth is that, you'll
not look me back, and
false isn't that I've
not waited
for
you, you've many compulsion, but -
I didn't get single excuse, just
accepted your decision,
defeat or victory
in life, in
this
moment, analyzing is meaningless,
again, I've been adopted the
eclipsed love or just
ingested the
slow
poison, really I do not know about -
that, just as usual I'm waiting
for you - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Elvin Aytaç
do not think I'm depressed, I love
darkness, it doesn't prick,
as a familiar faces
of bright light,
it doesn't
pierce
with mock sympathy, I love night,
do not think, that I'm a man
of amorous ardor,
night helps
me to
recognize the difference between
artificial and natural aroma,
that's your love or lust,
whatever, it doesn't
hurt the friable
emotion,
don't
think, that I'm a self oriented man -
indeed, darkness has its
own glamour, reveals
concealed reality,
brings in front
of mirror !
it forces me to look my bareness
in light of conscience - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
beauty in darkness
the pain of break up was in its
place, a little sadness, but
that wasn't the last
creation, life
learns
in every step, nobody dies for -
another, simply the story
based on the some
fictitious role
of pseudo
faces,
analogies of love poetry or the
medium of emotional black
mailing, indeed every
person has the
hidden
fangs, and that emerges with -
unexpected eruption, do
not say, you aren't
that sort of
person,
who knows, what's concealed
in your mind, it's not
necessary that
you'll look
with
my vision, several times, the -
title doesn't match with
reality of tale, just
a tempt item,
a trap to
catch
the attention of readers, only
jack-o'-lantern - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by don gray
I'm just flowing, do not know, where
is my destination, near the sky
line, in the edge of galaxy,
or in the cipher of
cosmos,
or in
the strange remote, in the heart of - -
isolated, monk's world, do not
know, where's the
last o'clock
of - -
mysterious night, the magical path - -
of your affection or a savory
killing seduction, I do
not know, where
is the scent
corpus,
just
every thing rotating in merry go - -
round of your passionate
eye - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by teresa
