THE REMOTE DESTINATION

near the colossal surface of river

often I pledged to adore you

more deeper than the

whirlpool's origin,

often I promise

to accept as

the life,

very nearer to breathing graphs !

closer to pulsation notes ,like

the unexplored fragrance

of wilderness, invisibly

fascinating the body

and mind, craze

to feel you

into the

inner persona, I don't know,

what’s that desirability,

submerged under

the unsolved

mist of love,

the life

moves on the labyrinth of your

optical magic, I had came

back again and again

on the same mile

stone, the

destination point laughs from

remote –

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  Forest Light tree painting Barry Tate Gallery of Fine Art 

JUST WAIT - - - 

abalone is my heart, hides your love drops

silently, do not be surprised if pearl 

shines in the dense midnight, 

in the edge of sky, let all 

the celestial flower 

to be bloomed 

in magnetic

beauty, 

later step by step, please unfold the 

closed eyelids, dream may be 

sleeping into the arms of 

*Morpheus, prior to 

offer the elixir 

let me 

recover from the impact of your affection,

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

* Greek god of sleep 
Photo of nuove costellazioni-oyster

The Rudderless Navigation 

in this warlock, fulvous darkness, the

profound winter night, above 

all your barbarian aspire,

as the incitement to 

dripping honey 

comb, at 

this 

moment difficult to prevent melting of

hidden glacial, the rising smoke

on the remote, the divagate

midnight, extinguished 

but impulsive flame,

prevalence of 

savor, the 

pollinating infusion into the body and

soul, life somewhere around 

desires to touch the 

philosopher's 

stone,

that's not incredible, your persona 

often overlaps my masculinity,

it forces to search some 

new dimensions to 

create the more

density for 

nomadic love, willingly I couldn't fly 

sometimes to touch the 

unexplored horizon, 

frequently I came

back into the 

cage of 

her illusive eyes, after forgetting the 

migration route of sky - - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

bird - PAINTING BY SUSAN FAYE

IN THE LAST MINUTE

on the edge of life, last trump doesn’t

favor destiny, that’s not a problem,

it’s painful whenever the familiar

face declines to recognize,

standing on the door

of deity often the

oblation hands

becomes

empty !

the wild river goes away leaving the -

authentic bank, the reflection

loses the space for rising

up, the water goes

down under the

sand bed, all

charisma

of devotion doesn’t work here, in that

point miracles are only the dream,

the philosophies are the mute

spectators, decision for

survival appears from

the mind, do or die,

somebody says

through the

insight,

the search for an oasis, tumbling boat

in the last minute reaches to the

edge, on the stairs of shrine,

priest looks with surprise,

he checks the meaning

of divinity in the torn

palm leaves, how

to mobilize the

truth of life,

the sailor

knows only the reality of cyclonic flow,

the thunder, clouds, crazy winds,

dust all together conspired,

invited the storm, but

again in the last

moment

the fate

rejected their attempt to blow up life,

nothing was especial in all these

incident, actually my immortal

love to you, doesn’t permit

accept the defeat, and

that’s the secret of

survival until the

last breath,

sailing the life on the turmoil sea !

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

THE FINAL ACQUIESCE

previous night , participated the ritual by

all the virtuous heart, in the angelic

light of full moon, on the sand

bed of wild stream the bon-

fire allured the soul with

full miraculous magic,

the thirst enlarged

as density of

passion

increased little by little, beneath the

deodar tree, in the mauve gloom,

all the desirous dreams sat

enclosing the concealed

flames of centuries,

to get proximity !

to dissolve

the body

and

soul, together in a way that nobody

could identify the mélange of

beauty and muscles, in the

late night fireflies had

been forgotten the

sky path, horded

on the canopy

of wild

bloom, silently the constellation of

stars, sprinkled the molecules

of blue light on the blessed

submerged corporeal

world of twin soul,

until the sunrise,

they moved

on the

labyrinth trail of fanatical love and

eventual submission - - -

-SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.co

Painting by Leonard Aitken