I wish, my dreams will get wings,
amid the dawn and mystic
darkness, tho' there's
a night's distance,
however -
your
love has some concealed drops
of elixir, in every step, life
gets back the hidden
beauty of truth,
something
rare
glaze is existed in your naivety -
in the dense darkness, the
persona illuminated
with amazing
light
of eyes, that's the realism of love,
even knowing that, the world
is just like a colored
bubble of some
moments,
nevertheless, the heartbeat still - -
waits for your fragile
consent - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
flower-box
do not keep me alive! in your
dreamy thought, I'm the
floating nomad
cloud, do
not
know where to rain with self -
desolation, barren land
or blooming valley
everything in
my eyes
are
similar, I'm the migratory bird,
do not know the safe
haven, just flying
on the sky
path,
do not follow me, the world of
beauty is inhabited inner
you, just try to read
the silence of
mirror, I'm
sure,
you'll forget me, alike the last
o' clock dream, indeed
nobody remains
throughout
the
ages, promise was poetry of
fragrance, gradually
becomes
faded.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Paintings by Alexei Antonov
in the chest of tonight, let it be,
hidden some pain latent,
you touch me in a
way that, the
paused
storm could get an exposed to
rain, the thirst should
quenched from
the profound
eyes,
the mysterious sterile emotion
should get smoldering
passion, in this
sapphire
beauty
of seclusion, let the flowers - -
bloom of midnight, still
in my breath some
shakiness is
existed,
just wait for sometimes, in the
wind still not mingled the
wild fragrance, still
in the heart, the
poetry of
love
doesn't get depth of affection,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by a. eaton
how's fear of thorns, when, the
entire life traveled in the
arid land, do not
show me
the
broken mirror, my reflection - -
has the straight vision,
sometimes the
lighthouse
too
misguides the real address of
shore, but flotation never
stops, approaching
storm even
couldn't
twist
the waves of mind, if there is
a determination in your
combative persona,
everything is
possible,
just
sailing should not stop - - - - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Jamie Williams Grossman
you've deceived me in dreams,
so what, in reality, I'm just
before you, knocking
the closed door
of sense,
it's not
so easy to get rid from my love,
do not define in few words
the glory of love, a life
isn't sufficient to
to touch the
depth !
that beautiful realization which -
can bloom the flowers in
the barren land, that
eye drop which
can melt
the
stone hearted persona, the true
love has the divine touch,
whoever gets it, no
doubt becomes
the immortal
beauty !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Pastel Roses by Kotocca
I know, everything that glitters;
is not gold, from distance
the rugged mountain
looks glaucous;
exciting,
but
closeness breaks all hidden -
myths, often the reality is
revealed beyond the
imagination
and we
just
imprecate to the destiny, it's
obvious, that without
touching the
fangs
the
beauty of roses remain in the
darkness of ignorance,
have to lose a lot;
to gain some -
thing,
that's the essence of life - - - -
even after losing all
the heart doesn't
forget to
smile.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
misty bloom
somewhere in the depths of heart,
still today, dominated by the
shadow of your love,
even in this
moment
you're inhabited in the world of - -
feelings, alike the floating
lotus stalks, you've
been captured
the depth
of emotional lake, you're involved
in the every single breath,
it's difficult to get rid
of the hydrous
affinity !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by john himalton
in every dark backstage, somewhere
existed ray of hope, let them to
crimp the sky, the light
of your eye is
enough
for
life, when every face becomes the - -
blooming beauty, the fun of life
becomes double, the
evasiveness is
very easy
to get
rid
from liability, but real happiness is - -
always existed in sacrifice, just
for a moment, look to burn
yourself, the life
seems so
nice
and meaningful, just try to read the - -
silent language of distressed
heart - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Sparkle!
again, there's rising the clouds
of fog, again something
is lacking in the
life, perhaps
your
love, somewhere shows the - -
dream of spring, tho'
the autumn is
standing
on - -
the threshold, amid the sorrow
and happiness, a thin
streak always
existed
and
that brings the life toward the - -
beautiful dawn - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Autumn Landscape Oil Painting by Marina Petro
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the season does not stop, someone
waits or not, it's not make any
difference, the sun shade
emerges as usual
in the vale,
flowers
bloom, butterflies moves in search -
of nectar, you open the window,
or not, the light arrives in
all situation from
the vents, the
life has
commitments not only with self and
that's feeling makes unceasing
faith in the love, again
someone erases
the name
which was written on the sand, once
again life moves toward the
midstream in search of
new experience,
as usual
the restless shore waits for the next
tidal waves - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
beyond the window
