THE LIFE - SIZED MIRROR - -

The definition of beauty exists in the 

inner depth of eyes, in that 

innermost soul lives 

the lively image

of your 

love, 

that's conscience or you can give -

any name, an invisible 

person verifies

each and 

every

moment of life, we accept it or not 

but the article of good and 

evil complete in this 

life only, nothing

is left over,

for 

rebirth, after a break of breath even 

we can't release from the 

chase of the curse, the 

salvation needs

continue 

self 

purification because nobody is the 

perfect man, all philosophies

are here meaningless, 

if we've no ability 

to identify

own 

image, in the life-sized mirror of -

self-consciousness - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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painting by Penny 

THE UNDERGROUND EMOTION - -

I knew, one day you'll forget; doesn't

anyone remember a lifetime; the

flow of affection is fickle, goes

towards the slope, makes

itself the space in the

heart, the past

slowly 

begins to fade, at last face, voice -

affinity, love, receptively 

becomes the unsung

Parnassus of lost 

poet of gloom, 

a memory 

of partial

transparency says, the little floating

the saga of past moments of 

life - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

art by Koen DemuynckOn

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THE MANUSCRIPT

The manuscript of Life's Extraction was
before me, shaping my own outline
could not turn out, clarity never grew to
visible, as the tiniest particle of wild
condensed on the surface of pages!
the reading to me, meditation failed
however several times I changed the
attires looked mirror from all directions,
the eternal beauty of heart lingered
aloof in isolation, I loved only the
the flesh-covered arena, the invisible
part of perception never explores the
eyes, the beauty of desire became slowly
the femme fatale! effect of mirage
brings me to unsolved destinations, its
true that consciousness of life emerge
too late, unfolding eyes are the sign
of the morning, an experience to touch the
the blooms of the heart are an exceptional thrill!
I corrected spellings, sentences, commas
revive the inner expression, accuracy
brought me, not only near to my heart,
the distrustful outlook on your face
changed too, you loved me with sincerity!
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE END OF NIGHT - -

That's a dream or reality, do not
know my heart, but that
fascination brings
the persona
towards
the
amazing world of the mystic vale!
in the rising fog of sapphire
darkness, your love is
emerging, slowly
alike the old
wine's
intoxication, gradually, you're -
dominating my persona
with some amazing
conjuration or
the life
is proceeding toward the scent
of mysterious illusion, or
it's the presentation
of moth's end,
whatever
would
be the epilogue of this night, let
it is, at this moment except
your eyes I'm unable to
see any other thing.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE BEAUTY OF LIFE - -

From that diverticula again the

dream rises where the sun

was sunk, the mysterious

night and the hoop

of dreams, quite

so fills the

new

possibilities in life, midnight

and the fragmented

fragrance of

jasmine

invite

the hangover! somewhere the

inner beauty gradually,

outbreaks the

sleeping

emotions, and the persona - - -

becomes subjugated by

someone who is

existed in the

depth of

heart.

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE LOST GLARE - -

Quite silent is the ocean today, waves
have breathed last, or snipped  
of shore has no more
interest, that's
happened
often,
very few fortunate moments make - -
the subtle designs on the sand,
I do not know, where's the
lost tidal emotion,
which stirred
the inner,
a face that searched the meaning of
life, on the crucifer, remained
some nail stains, drops of
blood has washed
away by the
evening
rain, again soul waits to see the fake
sympathy of midnight glare, life
has to compromise again
again, the world of
survival never
ends - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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IF WE WILL MEET AGAIN - - -

Deception, fraud or artifice, whatever was 

implicit in your heart or mind, I didn't

analyse, loved in the devotional

way to you as pure golden

ray passes through 

the thorn to 

bloom 

to 

create a new sensation, scattering the scent,

physical sanctity hasn't meant, if 

inner waves forget the feeling

of movement, numbness

of emotion is parlous!

after looking to 

somebody's

pain, if 

the heart doesn't influence the consciousness, it

meant, somewhere disorder of persona

is existed, but a person doesn't 

realize it, this is nothing than 

self-deception, as I 

loved you so 

I have no 

option,

several times in life we have to self -

combustion! victory and defeat are just

the chessmen of destiny, it's

life - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by - ARIEL FREEMAN  s creation WATERCOLOUR 

IT'S NATURAL - - -

At the end of the night, in this way sneer of destiny!

never did I think, when the collapse of 

dreams occurred, I was very 

lonely, scattered house of 

playing cards said the

it's life, my friend,

just take it, in 

easy way, 

you're

not the only one in the world the victim of 

incubus, millions of stars often lost 

the path goes to extinction 

in the dense darkling  

of silence, the 

high waves 

were 

instantaneous, their world was on the surface!

though they tried to touch the blues, 

here I'm optimistic, I love to see

the dream, never mind if it 

break again and again, 

the returning low 

tide explained

beautifully, 

though tonight I couldn't touch your lips but it's

not the end of seen, back again to love

you, it's a promise, the pieces of 

oysters, snails, conchs, the

aquatic weeds, the coral!

all the memories of 

some moments 

remained 

near 

your body, just decorate the outer planet, the 

inner has been submerged into my 

fragrance of eternal affection,

in your breath my soul is

lost, willingly or in

unwanted way 

you haven't

the option to go away it's natural dear coast!

--- SHANTANU SANYAL
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ON THAT VIRTUAL POINT

That path goes to an incognizant destination,

looks in the distance, as echoes lost

its returning back passage,

on that virtual point my

love for you waits

since the day

of creation,

on that

pale

dry leaves of autumn, the condensed

breath rest waits constantly for a

touch of life, the crystalline

emotion aspires for

melting the inner

dream of

past,

on the twigs of flamboyant blooming

trees, the springer of sentiments

peek to the unclouded sky,

talks in subtle dialect

with nectareous

breeze, my

heart

somewhere in the sky path waits for

you, in an infinitude way, the soul

scatters the shimmering

the glow of immortal love,

undoubtedly for

you and only

for you,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Abstract-Art-Leaf

INFINITE IGNITION - -

Do not know, in which turn, we'll
meet again, till then do not
extinguish the ember
of emotion, it's
true nobody
remains
nearby
throughout the ages, however - -
some bonds are beyond
the imagination, even
exists after the
nihility of
the
universe, and that unseen ray of
expectation never allows me
to fall from the blooming
branches of life,
tho' I haven't
control on
the
mood of autumn, however, the - 
beauty of life contained in
the eyes - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL