THE ETERNAL CHARM 

dispersing blobs of volition, creates the 

charm of life, do not leave the finger 

prints on the surface of melting glass, the

artistic sense of ductile structures,says -

little negligence would ruin the internal

beauty of heart, through the blazing 

furnaces of time, emotion have reached

to  chastity, immaculateness, towards 

the divine sweetness, before reaching to 

the soul integral friend, wait a bit, crystal 

of faith needs more polishing, glorious

look, spirit of angels, in everything the  

clavicle of God, freedom from reverie !

reality of life contained in the depth of 

relinquishment, without that relationship

is just moribund body, definition of 

hydrous eyes says physical parameters

can not be judged by out door eyes, try

to love somebody with inner vision, to 

get infinite happiness, with eternal charm,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

For a while

Descending flood waters says it's

not an indication of the river 

crossing, just reconsider

 the decision, the 

glazy island might be fraud of eyes, 

Just let the stars appear on the 

cloudy sky,certainly moving 

head, does not mean 

that you love me, 

vibration has its own tongue, who 

knows still be raining

 somewhere, 

suddenly all streams come down 

from the pseudotyped valleys, 

existence wouldn't be

 miserable, it's 

called  that 

before falling to the ocean, often 

river changes the edges, it's 

better to keep some 

distance,

let me 

remain in severity of ocean, for sometime, 

otherwise crazy wave wouldn't find you, 

thirsty land of delta, probably confuse

 your flow, desire to scatter on my 

chest wouldn't be fulfill, 

incomplete dream 

will finish you,

 just think 

beloved before loving me, little bit !

-- SHANTANU SANYAL


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

photo - nile river 

THE INNER SCREEN 

achieving to vertex wasn't 

difficult, question arises

 then, consistency

demands -

 the reason to love you in 

perfect shape, that 

sense of 

possession, often snatch the

 spree, king or a beggar, 

not easy to rule

in the hearts,

you can play with the corpus 

as moonlight crouches

 on the homes of 

coral, opens 

the closed doors, It's not

 necessary that all 

rising fern 

would be communicable 

to life, some dreams 

didn't have 

wings, they didn't fly, but

created new

dimensions, if you want 

love infinity, think the

 way to win the 

heart, mind, gradually persona,

 swim to shore and 

profundity of the

ocean, 

both are a part of paradox, 

certain immersion, 

supreme love -

 brings the 

soul 

towards the immortality, ever 

just try to see your image 

into my glassy body, 

before 

touching the inner screen, 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

photo - glass art - UK 

BEFORE MELTING THE GLACIER

The elusive twilight, all around the hangover 

of tuberose, vis – a – vis a fascination of life,

quavering lips, touching the flying essences 

of dense amorousness, do not say good 

bye, it's so earlier my friend, let to know little 

bit the depth of affection, the olive green 

bottom is faraway, dispersal of feelings need

some more space, right now the glamour

of Milky Way suffused the unclouded sky, let

more stars to be emerged from the gloom 

of genesis, just now my heart proceeding to

touch your hibernated emotion, wait for few 

moment, life right now left the walking by 

knees, pollen of wild bloom doesn't erupt yet,

here somewhere, spring is wandering to 

decorate the aridity of life, subterranean flow

searching the way, let night be more 

plumbaginous, until then reside in proximity,

let me collect all fragmented dreams,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

LET RAINS LASH THE INSTINCT 

Would you think it’s the transmigrated

Feelings or else, that drags me, to echelon

Of mystic adoration, leaning towards the

Sufism of breath, pulsation, an emotional

Rhythm of life, a combined corporal bond,

Creates overall soul within the soul, night

Shrouds the darkness however the trail of

Prismatic beauty comes out from the eyes,

On the edge of lips’ tremor, life plays the

Game of moonlit river, dew soaked bloom

Falls on the naked diagram of twinkling -

Waves, the imminence moments of love

Fills the nectar into the hidden whorl of

Passion, completely the night drenches

Unusual fragrance of nameless world, the

Life portrays the spellbound relationship,

Above the organic facts, a bliss of beyond

The decode, unexplored sensitivity of mind,

Amazing experience of summit of spirits

Night breaks its silence with roaring sound of

Dense clouds, gradually rain lashes the valley,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE UNKNOWN ALCHEMY

All over again life wants to get you -

As an origin of condensed rains, the

Enormous shadow of moist vapors,

Tranquil twist before the cloudburst,

Illusion of aromatic night, unease -

Of sky, touching to latent surface of

Grotto, striking on the pointed apex

Of mountains, birth of sadistic ardor,

The overflow of aesthetic beauty, to

Engross the ignited thirst, a shape of

Multi circle within intensity of sphere,

A stirring nebula towards the lighting

Of cosmic emotion, you have to show,

The enigma of reflective surrender -

An entrance into the infinite ecstasy,

Touching to the philosopher’s stone,

Just love on that way, life needs the

Supreme alchemy for changing all

Wilderness, sustaining the humanity,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE INFINITE BURNING LAMPS

Numerous distressed faces, crowd of

Nightmarish body waits on the edge

Of survival, in fume of extinguished

Lamps, amid the ruins, the outskirts

Of life breaths in its manner, nature

Generates space for blooming, even

In the algae covered walls, eccentric

But beautiful flowers stretches their

World, continuously life searches the

Significance of existence, a struggle

In perception never ends, obstinate

Emotion says me consistently, that

Someday I would be part of the blue,

Boatman calls loudly, that evening

Enlarging the darkness, clouds are

Gathering on the western sky, but

Heart doesn’t care, if they have the

Intensity to quench the thirst, opened

Chest waits to soak all the moisture,

Life sails the dreamy dinghy into mist,

Awful calls of sailor disappears itself,

After passed away tempest, I created 

Own way, to navigate the vast river,

Do you still waiting, at the eroded edge,

On the stairs of derelict shrine of love,

• SHANATANU SANYAL 
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/