in each blob was life, which
dropped from the eye,
in each sigh had
the longing,
for a
beautiful life, every lips had
the thirst to get the rare
elixir ! in each heart
beat existed
million
desires, it's another matter
that, how many lips
have reached
to the
transparent strange chalice,
those dreams were
made of glass,
those soft
kisses
had own glamour, do not -
ask, how much they
were melted in
my chest,
or just
returned to their origin alike
the unknown, painful
resonance ! the
persona, as
usual
broken in multiple pieces !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
white azalea - Laura Coombs Hills. Pastel Painting
midnight bloom or the thirsty soul,
my love moves wingless in
the sky path, dripping
drop - drop the
dew or
the
wet eyes are spilling silently, you
cannot understand, just
looked toward the
unclouded
sky !
that splendor beauty of cipher - -
blue made you aimless,
that's happened
many times,
even
involved into the depth of chest, -
you didn't get the bottom,
just you touched the
flying passionate
fragrance,
the
inner corpus remained as usual
untouched, undiscovered,
your need was only
confined up to
smoldering
lips - -
you failed to win my spirit, once -
again - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
midnight bloom 1
it’s not necessary, that every -
thing would be according
the desire, a natural
instinct makes
the change
invisibly,
and
we just convert the way of life,
several times, I've tried
to create something
many times, it
became a
little
bit varied, but that wasn't the
end, the finishing point
itself became the
trendsetter,
life - -
recovers at every turn with - -
new destination - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Donna Ruth Paintings
a search within me always brings
toward the bizarre sealine,
amid the darkness
and declining
light of
day
goes on endless conversation, - -
tho', life remains on the
surface of shore,
so called
your
affinity allures from far away, it is
different matter that, how
much is density in
your love,
or only
that's a part of emotional game - -
often in the midnight, life
thinks about the elusive
equation, and
returns
back
with empty hands, indeed several
depth remains measure -
less, slowly becomes
extinct in the
dark !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
alone man
to be fair, I've forgotten you, -
there's a limit of wait,
nobody waits
for across
the
ages, every blank space has
potential replacement,
the business of
world moves
on its
way, perhaps somebody has
been replaced, your
dominance from
my life,
that
should be, everybody needs -
a share in the spring !
do not say me a
perfidious,
to be
fair, I've included some other
in my desolate night, it's
wrong or right, in
this moment
thinking
for
that, isn't meaningless, so - -
just forget me, now I'm
going to be lost
in the eyes
of some
one,
maybe strange but generous
lot - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
mid night moon
overnight, the moon was sinking
and emerging, the screen
of clouds engulfed
the sky, entire
night,
a cold combustion existed amid
the earth and cipher,
moment to
moment
the
persona smoldered with a sweet
flame, unknown fragrance
or a talismanic, your
fascination
taken
away the consciousness, whole -
night, body was laid down
on the thorny bed,
however
your
love remained as usual a velvety
realization, overnight, on
the ablaze chest,
a rosy dream
existed
with
new definition with the melting -
passion !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Martin Johnson Heade
resurfaced in the heart some
latent passion, again
life is going to
include
you
in the delicate beats, that's -
right, the season is
uncertain, but
the age
of
feeling remains always short,
so then, let's make a
new journey's
sketch,
the
sky has its own compulsion -
nobody knows the mood
of welkin, in a
moment
the
environs will change, therefore
do not wait, let's scattered
the emotion, alike
the blooming
pollen !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Marsha Elliott
an undiscovered dream often -
emerging in my eyes, in
that flow all faces
familiar or
alien
looks illuminated with inner - -
beauty, the unveiled, all
affinity spreading
their arms
with
integrity, a feeling where every
body gets identical dignity,
often my heart desire
to feel that wet
cognition,
which
shows the path of the global - -
feeling of wellness, the
realization which
can alter all
negativity
into
the blooming emotion, live and
let live to all with fragrant
soul - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
artist - mary maxam
