TEMPORARY EMPTINESS - -

do not call me from afar, in the mist 
of anonymousness, even own 
shadow becomes alien,
the time had it's
some own 
reason,
so 
it stood by for some extent, later - - 
left me in my own decision,
nobody walks till 
destination, 
it's stark 
fact 
that your role in my life wasn't more 
than, a guest appearance !
some bonds have 
uncertain
time 
limit, when and how that will break -
hard to say, again everything 
depends on sink and 
emerge of so 
called 
invisible stars, the sky remains as 
usual neutral in the cipher ! the 
moon never forgets its 
journey, whether, 
someone 
would 
wait, or not, moonlight keeps drifting 
entire night - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by ChristineTidwell 1

THE REVITALIZATION - -

a dream which never seen by 
afflicted eyes, a feeling of 
frigidity which brings 
the life toward 
self -
gratification, if possible for a 
moment, please swap 
that realization, 
from ages 
I'm -
waiting for your generosity - - 
an embrace which can 
change the cursed
spirit, a kiss 
of eyes 
which can fill the life in azoic -
chest, ever for a moment,
love me with rare -
transparency,
please 
bring me toward the nonpareil
decency, where all violent
attitudes will get the 
release from 
wildness,
the life 
needs a revitalization into the 
persona with pervasive 
way - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by pkd
https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifZ2KrtQ8zRbKopXRI6gnMRuGJGI5TlYl_YvcyYkO0BxUjXIDlVIsW3JSZDM6hEPbwlCzbw7kcsjnDrxnrjX9FpqsJw9ycbIJyMqYuTbUR0TMzK70Px0lgDiBTYH3FMvIM24nlXeWNipfX/s1600/IMG_6721.JPG

SOMETHING BEYOND THE REACH - -

many things are not in our hands - -

an invisible feature have

indirect control in

our decision,

we make

the

sketch, carefully with fine  streaks -

but in final stroke it appears

something different,

that’s destiny or

something

else - -

often, the  life mystifies on those - -

moments! again new premise,

renewal of thoughts and

new beginning, in

fact, amid

the - -

dream and reality remains an abyss !

however, in every condition  we

have to cross the gulf, that’s

maybe compromise or

compulsion but

it’s realism

or way

of survival, whatever, life hasn't other

option - -

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

rose painting-thierry-de-marichalar

THE MATTER OF INNERMOST - -

the unconditional love, or the search 
of entire life, differentiation 
isn't easy, aside the 
chalice of venom, 
on the other 
side
remains the pleasure of material - - 
world ! now depends on  
your love, whether 
it would take 
to the 
infinite path, that was unforgettable 
moment of life, when, you've
expressed the inner 
wet emotion,
on that 
moment I've been delinquesce in - - 
your soul, now my existence is 
matter of your innermost 
persona - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Julie Gilbert Pollard

THINKING AHEAD - -

why does it happen, often in the life,
whom we think, very near to the 
heart, same person spoofs 
first, nevertheless, 
that's the
phase
of survival, stumble teaches a lot - - 
journey of life never should 
stop, the same point
of broken dream 
was the 
origin 
of new beginning, looking back isn't
possible, tho' furthermost, so 
called your affinity or 
love, whatever
chased 
but 
the emotions are the glass after the 
break, it's impossible to attach,
two pieces in original 
shape, the crack 
remains 
forever, so it's better to forget the - - 
past - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Liza-Hirst

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by janet whittle 1

COLLAGE OF EMOTION - -

collage of emotions remain

stranger for each other,

many times, in life

even so called

dense

attachment doesn't work to 

keep relationship intact,

in fact, it’s not so

easy to adjust

everything

and, in

last the upheaval invites the 

unpleasant end, somatic

fusion in this situation

becomes just a

unwilling 

treaty,

when a person traverses the 

edge of compulsion then

revolt  appears in life,

the bond of love

breaks with

multi

breakages and separation - - 

knocks the closed 

door of dreamy

domicile - -

 * * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
moder art

THE SOUL OF FOSSILS - -

in desire to get a great deal,
a lot is left behind, the
unquenchable thirst
remains in the
depth of
heart,
as usual, alike the half-burnt -
cinder, often life invites
the unwanted
tensions,
for the
silent combustion, indeed - -.
we forget to love, our -
selves, just follow
the illusory -
shadow,
incessant chasing toward the
mirage, and in last, the
persona becomes
the fossilized
emotion !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
mimosa-leaf-collage- art by ann-powell

LIGHT AND SHADOW - -

in the mist of midnight, when the 
entire city goes to sleep, 
across the window,
looks like a 
shadow 
creeps in the main gate, in a - -
wink it disappears, only 
some rustle existed 
in the darkness
of solitude,
the mysterious environs creates,
a strange stirring in life, the 
persona emerges 
from the fake 
tegument,
looks 
himself in the mirror of naked - -
truth, all the layers of 
hypocrisy, then 
falls one by 
one !
debate between sin and virtue -
goes on the endless path, 
some realization 
becomes a
dream, 
rest sorrow and pain becomes
the nightmare, some your 
affection increases 
the desire, to 
live - -
little bit more, some undefined 
affinity fills new colors in
the faded emotion, 
the stranger 
shadow 
reappears, it overshadows the 
persona, your warm breath
touches the neck with
new definition,
the life 
reorganizes all the convoluted 
body and soul - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Face in Shadow

UNKNOWN SHADOW - -

night is deepened, again your -
love becoming the aroma
of unleashing wild 
bloom, the 
life is 
searching the origin point of  - 
infatuation, unseen tiny 
drops of dew is 
falling on 
the - - 
heart of daffodil, again you're -
occupying my hydrous eye, 
with melodious dream,
tho' body has been
jaded but soul 
is feeling 
your 
immortal affection alike the - -
shadow of sandal silvan !
slowly, my breath is 
dissolving in 
your 
overwhelming incense - - - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art d g phelps