those missing paths in the mist -
still breathing, that's another
thing, you didn't get
the real door,
just -
knocked the wrong locus, it's -
often happened, the floss
remains in front of
eye, but soul
wanders
here
and there, the thirst becomes -
more intense, alike the
smoldering ember,
slightest wind,
makes
it forest fire, in a wink all the - -
verdant landscape turns
into the desolate
land, indeed
in
perpetuity way, the wet feelings
changes into the barren
love, life waits for
a light rain,
but
clouds changes the route in its -
way - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Mark Yearwood
spring has its own time, nobody -
can stop the arrival, that's
natural, that point
became the
turning
point, where you've turned your -
face, everyone has rights
on blooming flower,
actually, they
are the
generous minds, do not know - -
the diplomacy, just diffuse
the fragrance, indeed
that's their real
inherent
attribute, don't know the trickery,
in your view, I don't know,
the actual definition
of love, but in
my outlook
it's the
most priceless feeling which - -
makes the life further more
precious, beyond the
dream beautiful,
tho' the thorn
existed
hidden, as usual with silent pain,
in mysterious way
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by kem
do not look back again, I've
forgiven you, just look
in your inner -
mirror !
one day, I'm sure, you'll get
the answer, meaning
of love you still
do not
know, and that's reason you
remain in incomplete
persona, your
vision
haven't still a sense of own
realization, you just
chased the
false
shadow of mirage, thrown
off the real love, I'm
afraid you'll be
forever
under the invisible shadow
of curse, tho' I've
forgiven you,
but time
will not, everybody has to
answer in this world,
direct or indirect,
whatever
you've
done, that's already - - - -
recorded !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
·Irmis-roses-watercolour-Keith Hornblower
whenever, the emotion turns into
the backwoods flow, it's not
so easy to control the
deranged stream,
it moves
with
unbridled way towards the sea, -
do not calculate a person
in your perception,
who knows, a
diamond
maybe
concealed under the coal heap, -
nobody knows, the real
prediction, the lines
of palm isn't
the real
translation of persona, invisible -
lines are written on the
forehead, when
it emerges
with
full vigor, all prophecies become
speechless - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
life has learned a lot from the time,
the atrocities of world couldn't
break the morale; by no
means, the search
of destination
never
stopped, everyone has his own - -
kaleidoscopic vision, what
does it matter, that
you have
once
underestimated me, the passion of
heart is in its place, that's the
indication of tireless
traveler, journey
of life still
going
on, persona does not accept the - -
compromise, ascending sense
does not want to look
behind - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
feelings
let me breathe in the open winds -
from a decade, I'm caged
inside myself, let me
smile unleashing
since a
long days, I've not seen the mirror,
somewhere in your love is
existed the real beauty
of life, let me lost
in your
persona, someone has just knock-
the closed door of condensed
emotion, or weather is
changing sides,
again in
the northeast sky emerging dense-
clouds, likely to rain is visible,
in your eyes again, an
unseen shadow
of desire
is reappearing with new definition,-
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
fragrant feeling
some mystical odor are contained -
in your eyes, moonlight is gone
forget the address, some
passionate secrets
are hidden in
your
breath, life wanders in the sapphire -
darkness, an instability thicken
in the persona, that's the
wild intoxication or
obsessive
love !
consciousness has gone off the land,
everything looks labyrinthine
in this moment, do not
know, what's hidden
in the heart of
tonight,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Bev Wells
on those path, flowers will bloom
again, deserted alleys will
be again aromatic
empire, do
not
leave the hope, the entire world is
persisted on the expectation,
the sun and shade
are the reality
of life, do
not
incline the neck, the spring would
come back again, believe
me, still in your lips
existing some
unknown
thirst,
you like it or not, but in your barren
eyes, there's is hidden desire,
to get the touch of blissful
realization, still life
has potential
smile - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Paintings by Nancy Medina
perhaps, your affection was
aquarelle, very soon
it flew away to
evaporate,
indeed
there's nothing new in this, -
often it's happened,
raw color looks
more glossy,
but soon
the color leaves its identity,
do not know the depth
of your proclaimed
affinity, often
which
frequently appears before -
the vision, same face
becomes the
illusion
in a wink, actually the known
friends are found the
real foe, 'cos
they know
the
moving fish-eye, there's no -
lapse in their target,
that's the matter
of chance.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Agnes-Lang-Abstract-art-Nature-Earth-Modern-Age-Expressionism-Abstract-Expressionism
on those arms persona gets
back palingenesis, in
the depth of those
dripping eyes
existed
the
realism of life, evanescent is
every thing, even after
knowing that, the
smoldering
desire
exist
in the depth of conscience - -
nobody in this world is
the perfect human,
somewhere
remains
a bit
incompliance, that's reason -
in your wrinkled face,
life searches
the divine
drop,
for replete salvation from the
elusive world !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art - By Ishrath Humairah
