IN THE CORRIDOR - -

Do not know why, the beautiful
morning sometimes looks
alike the recluse
moment, tho'
everything
exist
around us, flowers, butterflies,
fragrance but do not know
why, sometimes life
looks very gloomy,
all vivid
color
consisting of each other and - -
makes saffrony environ !
however life want
as usual exit
from the
tunnel of apathy, a refreshing
realization is also need
of life, we can not
twist the face
of that
reality, in such thoughts let's - -
decorate flower again in
the corridor - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by mortimer
https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKPpKBdDBNSfVkL7Dbr5MJGtdeFgWmRRQYpVeI4DzVSu_YUHdkIRUMKv8c1lprOX7D8MprAekx29VQaN8wnxQDSsF15ZpJFrAnctjhWCVqoBe0vAMFyNUdwv6hGx3RtKgzTQrvYzwqykmn/s1600/sunny+seat+with+cat.JPG

HYDROUS FEELINGS - -

Do not make me, the first
published poetry, let
me simply in the
gloom of -
oblivion,
too
much desire will ruin the -
charm of your love
somewhere,
additional
aspire
often brings the life toward
the stump region, no
scope of new
leaves
tho'
everywhere is undulate - -
waves, moistened
realization but
no life !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
 art by Howard Scherer

ESOTERIC VISION - -

Yet exists, somewhere in my
chest, moistened feeling
for you, by the way
things have
been
changed, nevertheless, the -
life has its own priority,
the real worship
never shows
the - -
depth of faith, which remains
in the form of cryptic
inscription, often
appears in
depth
of eyes, sometimes like the
dew drops and many
times like the
floating
fog -
particles the persona looks - -
for the blue sky, just
analogous of
your
heart, pure and transparent !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Rose  by Catherine Klein

ON THE THRESHOLD - -

The desires were alike the flying
moths of last rain, a while
hovered on the canopy
of magnolia, later
moved
toward the light of death, maybe
that was so called a short
life but purposeful,
undefined
passion
is hidden in your love which do
not allow my soul, to get
release from the
terrestrial
body,
it often comes back after going
a little away, you're always
waiting with mysterious
look on the stairs
of threshold
as usual,
why I do not know, perhaps I do
not want to know !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL



http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Calla Lilies  by Ann Hoffpauir

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Shelley Waring WATERCOLOR

YOU'RE WAITING SOMEWHERE - -

 You're probably the same person,
who often thinks for me, tho'
it's difficult to guess,
what's going on
in your
heart, however, trust is important
in life too, believe it as a God,
otherwise it's stone, that's
a simple logic, the sky
is existed on the
pillars of
hope,
without that sense, everything is -
just like broken resonance,
a perception of zero,
which returns
from the
wilderness in form of strange - - -
voice ! life has various
stoppages, who
knows, in
which
secluded place you're waiting for
me - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
emotional touch

THAT'S SUFFICIENT - -

Neither yours nor mine, this - -
world is the night shelter
of migratory birds,
who knows
about
tomorrow, then why too much
sort of dilemma, everything
will remain here in its
place, do not try
to collect
more
than need, it's not possible to
bring all with soul except
the true love, on
that solitude
tour
nothing is required, that's the
desireless existence,
extreme path of
veneration,
not by
flowers, aromatic philosophies
are meaningless on that
stairs of conscience,
self awakening
is enough.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by Lin, Ching-Che

THE REAL PATH - -

Alike a divine urn on the apex
of a shrine which reflects
in the first ray of
dawn your
love
becomes an intact blessing in
my life, in the crowd of
unending desires,
your hydrous
glance
fills the wilderness of heart - -
unexpectedly, unknown
pharos illuminates
the innermost
darkness,
the life
wants to follow the numinous
path of real humanity - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
painting by artist Jacqueline Gnott

JUST FEEL THAT - -

Still something is remained in the
depth of my heart, just feel
the perception of dark,
forgotten lake
of lotus
blossom, in the center of remote
woodland near the ruined
monastery, still your
love resonant in
the silence of
sacred
beauty, in the moonlit wild flower -
grove, often in the mid night
an undefined fragrance
creates the tions
of celestial
aura !
still my breath floats far far away
in tiny particle of roseate mist !
it's true that you're still
deeply contained
in my soul - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by samir mondal India.jpg 1

THE AMAZING INFATUATION - -

Body and mind when immersed in
that color of unseen beloved,
the whole world looks
alike dew drop
on the tip
of the
petal, very unstable, volatile, that -
person has amazing infatuation,
drags the soul from the
subastral body, with
very quietness,
even the
breath
doesn't know its speechless exit !
that passion has its own
undefined beauty, not
so easy to describe
in words !
that's
matter of self-affirmation, where - -
every particle looks sacred
and beautiful, be stone
or animate - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art samir-mondal.jpg