alike the soft sunlight of early
morning, your love goes
through the veins,
toward the
life, the
emotion blooms similar to the
delicate bougainvillea,
which appears
without
any sound amid the trembling
leaves, in the tired last
o'clock of night,
the drop of
your
eyes converts in the form of -
the mass light of divine
beauty, brings me
from darkness
to the
great illumination, neither sky
is there, nor the canopy
of stars, in that
cipher
land, only existed the purity -
of heart, complete
transparency !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
freashness
on the stage of midnight, all the
masquerade secrets, in
a stroke became
evidential,
in fact
it's not so easy, to get salvation
from the predatory instinct,
sleeping devil or the
gray conscience,
actually
entire source of good or bad - -
originated in our mind,
and who is able
to control
the
negative or positive thought, no
doubt that particular person
will touch to some
extent, the
mystic
world of divinity, where all pain
and pleasure becomes
unswayed to the
persona !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
pink beauty
that person, who loved me endlessly,
did not take long to change the
color, it's really hard to
predict, mystery
of season
and
floating valley of mist, but that person
didn't sleep a moment, after
breaking the delicate
bridge of feeling,
I know, the
remorse
can't
alter the invisible crack of glass, the -
time never waits for anybody,
remains only before eyes
some empty vases
and dry flowers,
rusted
echoes, and disorganized realization.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
empty vase
it's true that for your love, the
life is so short, but it's
heard that, after
death even
soul
can get the beloved one's -
address, a belief
which puffs
life in
the
stones, and that myth do not
let me skeptic, hence
I'm searching in
every face
your
face, maybe it's my illusion
or something else but
nothing is greater
than your
affinity,
which never dies, exists till - -
the existence of
cosmos.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by created me
miles long loneliness, and
unending darkness,
sometimes in
life, the
option remains very less -
when familiar faces
behave alike the
stranger ! on
the end
of path, standing persona
looks back, but that's
too late, It often
happens, we
forget to
live for ourselves, nothing
exists in hands after
disillusionment,
however
we've
to live, as a waif in the - -
own created
world - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art of nancy medina.jpg 2
so far in your look existed a strange
glow, still in your heart, there's
remained the soft touch
of my love, the life
is self-evident
truth,
however, you're still wandering on -
the geometrical path, do not
search the perfection
alike the mirror
image,
it's difficult to get the complete man,
some definitions are not the
indelible truth, dark and
light remains
always,
too much grooming will finish the - -
inner naivety, let keep alive
the innocent kid of
emotion,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
geometrical beauty
sometimes, floating on the surface
is better, than going into the
depths, do not love me
in a way to lead
a secret
life,
let's live among the familiar faces, -
I'm not so special just a person
of next door, do not make
me a case of mystic,
sometimes it's
better to
keep
the relationship on the unleashing
bond, so there shouldn't me
knots, often, too much
closeness destroys
the beauty of
love - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
kokoon art
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
