the afternoon full of indolent, in
the zenith of summer, do
not know what's
discussion
goes
among the *mynah, continuous
tweet ! near the cooler
they often rest,
and in a
little
sound fly away, the balcony -
becomes safe haven
for them, often
heart wants
to know
their
conversation, I know very well,
that's not possible, but
curiosity remains
as usual in
the
depth of heart, are they free -
from suffering and pain,
perhaps, they look
dreams too,
what's
existed in their imagination -
exploring is so difficult,
but any way, they
keep flying,
in every
condition, extreme summer
or winter, in torrential
rain, they never
stop the
conversation to each other !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
* Indian bird
MORNING ASSEMBLY
there's a river inside me, which
flows in the dreary night,
slowly, speechless,
wrapping all
the
pain of embankment, amid us -
there's a mutual treaty,
I know, your love
hasn't any
edge,
however, you never allowed me
to spill out, and often the
price you've to pay,
amazing is
your
veneration, makes me a divine
beauty from a drop ! the
silent erosion goes
on, from the
valley
to surface, but your existence -
on both sides gives me
the depth of
survival,
and
that's reason, even in the peak
summer the inner waves
never stops the
relentless
flow.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by linda blondheim.jpg 2
it wasn't easy to forget someone -
very close, but distances
develops gradually,
without any
sound
the
unseen cracks makes everything
possible, time fills as usual
all marks of wounds,
a person learns
manoeuvre
for
survival, nothing is wrong, every -
one has birthright to live in
its own way, and that
main perception
revives
the
dead self-realization itself, entire
world, once again looks
more beautiful than
ever, full of new
possibility,
the
life proceeds toward the horizon
of newly appeared rainbow !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by mary maxam
in each one heart, somewhere
is a nervous kid, innocently
looks for endearment,
every single
emotion
tries
to get attention, that's human -
psychology, every persona
has its own blooming
process, and that
depends on
the -
environs, it's hard to emerge
in adverse ambience,
maybe true for
some extent,
but
some arid bloom never leave
the hope, they grow in
natural way, that
art of survival,
attracts
me a
lot, life learns the compatibility
skill - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Amaryllis_By_Morning
those eyes had some mysterious
appeal alike the lost treasure
box in the depth of ocean,
often, my emotions
became the
pirates
of isolated island, but couldn't get
the secret of immortal love !
every moment I've tried,
as usual drew a
blank, that
look
had the glamour of just bloomed -
rose, whenever, I tried to
touch, the unseen
thorns had
marked
the
silent pain on the surface of soul,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
mysterious rose
evening has its own fascination,
in the growing shadows of
tall trees, somewhere,
resonant the
sound of
your
steps, you're still too close to the
heart, that life feels every
thing beautiful, the
teeming life,
in every
whit
appears the vibrant realization !
indeed, your love saves
me from the grip
of acedia,
and
as usual life creates innovative
definition of passion - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
aquarelle art
after a long time, again the clouds
covered the skyline, once
again, feelings are
becoming
wet,
there shouldn't be distance amid
the hearts, with great difficulty
in life, some beautiful
moments existed,
tho' we do
not
know, what's hidden in the womb
of future, journey of life should
be continue, they were
very close to me,
and love a
lot,
reality of life is bitter truth, nobody
can claim for infinite co-traveler,
everyone has to complete
the path of destiny,
with self effort,
that's
enough, you've walked along me
to four step, extra desires
will destroy the treaty !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
toni gorte's painting
a secluded path in the midnight
often calls me, when whole
the world sleeps in
deep slumber,
that's your
love !
or chasing a wandering soul, I
do not know, when night
becomes deepened,
the body remains
on the earth,
alike
an inanimate object, the breath
feels someone's dominance,
then I do not get self
news, every
thing
looks vaguely, just in torrential
rainy night, the sky ingests
the burning earth !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
cherry-blossom-painting by -nicole-gardner
the dealer of dreams, last night
kept some reason of life
on threshold, since
that, my heart is
searching
your
missing address, the maverick -
clouds of last o'clock, maybe
touched the innermost,
hence, the life
feels some
wet
realization, don't know it rained
or not, but still some drop -
lets are visible on the
bunch of lilac,
tho' entire
night,
I chased behind the shadow of -
your love - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
lilacs
many times it happens, which is
visible to the eyes, indeed,
it does not that, which
we think, however
everything of
remote
looks more beautiful, realism - -
revealed after reaching on
the spot, that's day
dream or the
deception
of eyes,
or the game of alphabets, that's
matter of experience, the
plus or minus is the
phase of life,
nobody
in this world, can claim for the -
completeness, but potential
always existed in the
life, do not say
that you've
been
defeated, time is spinning coin,
sometimes we've to wait
for stability, subdued
mood is needed
before any
decision,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by cheryl-hymes
