THE INVISIBLE FLAMES

The flames were within me since born,
it has crossed all the blazing stairs,
day by day, the density of passion
has been exceeded to touch
the horizon line, the chortle of
Ocean couldn't mute   
the fermentation,
on the labia
of coast,
I accepted your disintegrated persona
the pain itself became medication,
do not ask my integral friend
about the conjuration of
fire and water, all the
auguries of sky
were hollow,
as you
have clung to my life in a way that the sky,
itself was folded in the arms, now
the phase of the season waits for
our gesture, to change the
the mood of nature, squirm
of two souls often
creates the
moist
dream in the silence of sweet midnight,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by – passion - Jeff White
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

AROUND THE SOUL 

just now eyelids opened, let leave -

sometime hangover, the world 

of glim hasn't returned into 

the perception, do not

please break the

glassy dream,

in the wind

crummy

cotton of bombax ceiba floating with

prismatic beauty, apart sun and

shade life gets you near the 

gentle spirit, on the naive 

flap of sprouted plant,

as a trembling tiny

drop of rain, my 

recreant love

waits for 

your 

baying lips, that would complete the -

meaning of wet- ray of life, here

the winter dawn will fill the 

arms with the incense

of body, a few 

moments 

let your

breath in my chest, by the time you get

close to my heart, until the closed

petals of wild bloom, do not 

release the mysterious 

acme aroma, just

remain around

the soul.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

flower painting by zampedroni

THE CHESSBOARD 

before reaching on the portal of innards 

caravan left the burg, deserted 

high way looked me very 

strangely, sky had 

been crimped

all spilled

out 

stars, nebula, milky way, of course the 

moon, I searched you among the 

shrinkage of glowing dust, 

the half noggin had 

no trace of your

lip print,

night

seemed jaded, chandeliers were 

gloomy as empty phial of 

exotic perfume, the 

half melted 

dreams 

and 

candles scattered on the chessboard - 

designed floor of life, vanguard 

emotion utilized by you 

inconceivably, now

my persona is 

not lesser 

than 

the infantry man, after defeat standing 

among the crowd of audience,

both sides of victorious 

path, the procession 

passed in the 

luxurious

way, 

you cut off a corner, refused all the -

happening of amethyst 

darkness, erased 

brilliantly the 

familiar 

odors,

no doubt you had won the game of life.

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

FEELING OF BEING ALIVE

flames risen from the ocean, nothing was 

the abnormal, fumes impenetrated 

the sky, its matter of perception,

volcanic combustion or it 

generated from my 

corporal world, 

I know,

the address of derivation, somewhere -

between the tavern and shrine,

my love inhabited since 

the creation, that's

your definition

it's bad or 

good, 

in my glossary, love is gender less -

cognition, a glibness perception,

knows only flowing toward 

the slopes, continuously

embracing the arid,

afflicted, barren 

land, it's

free 

from all the worldly shackles, natural

completely parthenogenesis,

a feeling to adopt all the

universe inner heart,

just the space of 

beauty and 

realism, 

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE STAIRS

The stairs of life had flimsy sensation,
on the pinnacle of the mountain,
flying thin clouds hang
about for some
moment,
tried to touch your affection, often
missed the beauty of mist, few
wet drops remained on the
chest, emotion born
somewhere
beneath
the lotus stem, matured in natural way,
lucid, coloured wings evolved
silently, in the dawn of
beautiful spring
flew away
swiftly,
from one swamp to the other, heart couldn’t
identify, inclination was toward me
or you have been altered the
persona with dragonfly,
the reflection of
azure clear
sky
created the chimera, between the
two skies, life searched the
realism, before sinking
the sun into the
sea shore,
twilight arranged the bouquet of tube-
rose, crescent moon appeared
as usual, faraway blinking
mica layers had the
limited glow,
later night
consumed all the flickers, consent of
love belated, the glassy surface
broken indeed, but in the
midnight some miracle
happened, before
breaking of
dream,
you have embraced me in a way that
all the closed pod of tube rose
opened the doorway of
cologne, on that
moment,
life couldn’t get down from obsession,

    SHANTANU SANYAL
   

THE ARMS UP EMPEROR 


the rugged surface of life, sneer views
of society, all together filled more
vigor of resistant, latent  virility
when woke up I was born
to love you, to feel the
parthenogenesis
sentiment, I
entered
invisibly in your persona, you do not
know that, when hair follicles
from your glassy body
oozed the incense
of my passion,
then to be
you
realized the intensity of everlasting
addiction, on that extravagant
moment you have kissed
madly, subdued my
burning ember,
tried to tame
irruption,
decades long ablaze flame of love -
finally extinguished silently,
you proved the adage
that iron cuts iron,
when the arms
loose the
grip,
the talismanic eyes pulled up the
falling graph of breath, on
that reunion point of
desires, essence
of life said me
heaven is
not an
abstract object, it existed somewhere
between your two lip lines, on
the corner of breathtaking
eyes, as arms up
emperor on the
 battlefield,
I followed the reclusion, left the invasion,


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

ON THAT FRAGRANT NIGHT :

that bizarre darkness of moonless,

drizzling night, influenced whole

the life, enticed eyes said,

“whorl of intoxicated

desires towards

the burst,

the corolla of love wants to spill out”

while my nascent perception

had the inadequate horizon,

a terror to premature

summit, the

unknown

barrier of hesitation, didn’t allow to

touch the wine glass on that

moment, I had controlled

the swarming fervor,

while your remark,

ignited the cell

to muscles,

collected the nomadic fragrance, just

answered, “no it’s too early,

just wait till spring, my

love is raw pot, let

it dry in the sun

light, later

into the kiln, after in your obsession !

afterward, how would be the

decoration, depends on

your heart, let me

grow to that

level,

definitely, one day I will saturate the

body and soul together

just wait for that

moonlit night,”

• SHANTANU SANYAL  
  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

WITHOUT ADDRESS 

perhaps !

unattractive was the external wrapper 

colorless, scentless, hence you

didn't touch the envelop, the

inner blooming message,

remained discarded,

neglected, do you

know, those

words 

in course of time became the fossil,

no complaint to the sequence 

of seasons, falling up the 

aquatic graph of wet 

eyes, and prolong

waiting for the 

answer, 

emotions were vacant cocoons, 

drooped in the soft sun glow

of winter, dreams grown 

the poetic wings, later

extinct into the mist

of blue mountain,

the glue of 

affection

was 

diluted in the nightfall rain, the closed

letter open itself, the crystalline  

heart was throbbing for you,

did you see, movement,

sensation of that 

rare bleeding

gem, 

perhaps, no, the butterflies have been 

changed the migratory route, it's

happened in life, several 

times, we have to go 

in certain point 

but destiny 

brings 

somewhere else, any way the meeting 

and leaving point had hidden

some unique redolence,

flavor remained in 

the conscience,

on the hands,

in the wind,

inner 

the heart, to be remember it or not - - - 

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

 painting by -  Willie Fulton 

THE NEW BEGINNING

yes, it's true, I'm  the tarnished man,

whom time has been forgotten,

seasons didn't accept, 

an incomplete verse,

that never got the

recognition,

the flame

which wanted once to change the 

world with subversive thought,

love and upheaval, both

were complicated 

chain, I tried to 

hold the 

dream,

on the barren land of thorn, stones !

you desired the corporeal 

umbra to grow the 

endless thirst, 

they had 

multiple

wishes, a smiling future, charming -

dawn, strong desire to live 

with distinct way, your

intent was only a 

night's magic,

their motive 

was the

entire

life, though you got, as wished, but I

betrayed the secret oath, in 

the illusive net of your 

mesmerized

persona,

I hadn't

option,

hence now I'm the defaulter, a scab -

man, wants to live for themselves,

here my body has laid near

your dominance, but 

soul loves to them, 

may be it's late,

drowsiness

is leaving 

the flower bed, to remove the stigma, that 

apart the organic need, life has 

to complete several 

commitments, 

just wait 

let me, 

change the definition of love, sacrifice,

a new beginning - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting source - forbes   

THE LOST CHILDHOOD 

do you recognize, the resonating voice,

wauling of lost childhood, the 

fall of immense nocturnal

bloom, in the tavern 

the delicate 

hands 

lifting the goblet, wiping the wine droplet

of table, no, never you haven't time

to think for a moment, in that 

innocent eyes, did you 

peek ever, a dream

was easeless to 

bloom, 

you went away falteringly, just unaffected

of those emotion, because you 

have everything, might be 

hangover night under

gone through the

pleasure of

physical

warmth, did you think little bit for that face,

who was looking you with pity, 

raising the feeble fingers

to cross the traffic 

life, on the 

signal 

point did you ever left the class distinction, 

came down from moonlit stairs to 

touch the dried, deflated 

cheeks of tender 

heart, perhaps, 

one day 

you'll learn to love the flower, which can't ever 

bloom, albeit they had lot of

 undiscovered

fragrance.

--  SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

SOURCE  : SIAMAK ART GALLERY