again in my heart, emerging a
sweet little pain, you're, by
staying away still
somewhere
within
me, alike invisible wild aroma
flowing in my breath, do
not know why, your
love, makes
the life
so vulnerable, amazing but - -
true, that you've been
included in the
conscience,
in the
depth of soul, your reflection -
is floating alike the flicker
of moonlight, in the
dense fog your
affinity,
gives me a precious identity,
the life proceeds toward
the meaningful
point - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
blossoming-peony-branches-2
that's maybe memorable moment,
reaching to any greater heights,
but reality remains on
the earth, the
awaited
fall
nobody could avoid, the equation
of defeat and victory are the
part of reciprocal treaty,
when and how the
answer will be
cipher
nobody can predict, that's reason
I afraid to love you, more than
myself, the extreme
affection always
makes the
life,
excruciating, and directionless - -
just do not try to love me
beyond the dream !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
dreamy moment
endless aspires, and short night -
some flashing drops, from
your mysterious sight,
one side is the
deep vale,
and
emerging full moon is existed on -
other side, still I'm searching
the origin point of love,
alike the secret
cascade of
dense
forest, a wild river or your erratic
flow of affection, very difficult
to guess, the meaning
of your passionate
smile, just a
in stake
remains my heart, the shaken - -
feeling moves entire night
above the lancet
pass - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
poetic bloom
neither closer nor far away, that -
person contained deeply
in the breath, even
in the hydrous
eyes, an
image emerges with passionate
desire, the life recovers often,
from the pain of defeat,
a mysterious scent
from body and
soul draws
my persona toward the unknown
destination, perhaps in that
strange corner, your
love allures with
new dream,
and - -
on those intoxicated moment I've
no senses, your deceptions
or fidelity, smile or
drifting eyes !
I couldn't
understand the silent expression,
and often, I present the life
before you, alike the
flowers before
the flaming
altar !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
artist barbara k buer
in the depth of heart, somewhere
inhabited the sense of pain
not for self, rather for
others, if we
have the
cognition, the up - down path of -
life, looks very easy going,
shadow of clouds
were not
so clement, but I didn't leave the
wish for rain, the same
desire to get wet,
never made
me dry,
nobody looks the blister of feet !
the caravan doesn't wait
for the limping fellow
traveler, and
that's the
reason, I never deplored, just - -
moved toward the upstream
course, alike estuary
facing river, with
the perpetual
flow !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by barbara fox 6
slowly, your shadow is touching
my body and soul, gradually
I'm losing everything
including this
earth and
far-off
diffused sky, your dreamy eyes
have been absorbed my
persona, in this way
that, I've lost the
self-
reflection, searching all the time,
the origin of affection, which
made me stranger in
the familiar world,
do not know,
where
is situated the destination of the
extreme veneration, do not
know the real altar
stage, where
the life
becomes curse - free, darkness
of heart illuminates with
purity - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
play of shadow
the passing away spring said,-
this isn't the last arrival,
again flowers will
bloom, just
keep
brighten the lamp of hope, the
shedding leaves were
not depressed,
the nature
has
its own compulsion, nobody is
the immortal, replacement
never stops, after
falling of dry
leaves,
again tree becomes verdant --
just in some days, the
play of earthen
theater
never ends, the show goes on,
with new experiments,
the faces haven't
the abiding
treaty,
changing mood of spectator -
wants refreshed look !
new song of
life - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Sloane Finnegan Allen
every time, someone goes,
erasing the creation of
last o'clock ! in the
mysterious
gloom -
eyes again searches the - -
missing paintbrush,
the canvas of
life wants,
often,
to draw the graceful feeling !
whether you stay close
or not, something
remains in
the - -
heart, that's your shadow or
love, I do not know, but
emotion becomes
the aroma of
the rare
flower, the persona moves,
amazingly toward the
unknown trail of
passionate
silvan,
walks alone, in the misty - -
way, entire night, the
breath doesn't
get the
relax
for a moment, wanders all
the time behind your
affectionate
illusion !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Jaison Cianelli
do not know what was that,
somewhere, in the
depths of the
heart,
it was hiding nervously, just
like a kid, after breaking
the beautiful vase,
looks toward
the shiny
pieces
on
the floor, do not know what
was that cognition, the
innocent emotion
never said a
word,
remained entire life silent !- -
in search of affectionate
touch, those feelings
later inclined
toward
you,
do not how much they got -
favor from you, or still
they are struggling
to reach on
maturity,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by nancy medona 1
re - emerging the sunk feeling,
just hold my hands, in the
faraway, still mist is
scattered with
dolor of
broken dream, but desires of
eye, never ends, it weaves
again and again the
colored web !
the life
has its own compulsion or the
endless aspire to get your
love, explanation is
not so easy,
whatever
was the reason of momentary
forgetfulness, however
I know, you can
not easily
erase
my existence from memory - -
boards, its still moving
in your mind alike
untouched
aroma,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting Danish Johan Laurentz Jensen
