THE WAIT, LITTLE MORE - -

dense clouds, in the mountains  moving

down; anxiety, increasing on the

foothills, inner turmoil or a 

stationary storm, the 

lethal proximity, 

do not look 

at me with ebrious eyes, do not break 

the illusion of a beautiful love, just 

maintain the little distance, 

premature death of 

emotion isn't

the real 

pleasure, some more time if hangover

remains, the impact of romance

will be profound, condensed 

clouds are eager to melt, 

on the blazing valley, 

some more 

moment,

let  the life get decked up, gradually 

with aesthetic way - - - 

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

IT'S YOU - -

it's you, who taught me to love life, taught 

me to smile in the storm; just beyond 

words that you are involved in 

survival, not a condition,

not a demand, not 

a promise;

agreement of eyes, signed by emotion,

moonlit night was a witness, I 

confessed your existence 

in my persona, the 

shade of pine,

melting 

ice layer, and the sweet scented breath,

unknown journey of life, a land of

dreams the way of glass,

stable night, dashing

sky, combination

of body and

mind;

what more is needed after that, the 

imagination of paradise, 

reality is getting 

closer to

you - - 

-  SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

COUPLE - BY DAVID REEVES 

THE PAUSED CARAVAN

cardiac bonding, knitted by the most 

subtle, delicate emotion, a little

hurt can demolish the 

fane of glass,

your love

is a boon for me, undoubtedly but 

before coming to nearer, do 

not forget the introspect, 

it's important to 

maintain 

purity, weigh yourself in the eyes,

not easy paths of life;

somewhere in 

a hurry,

before the onset of dream, it may 

be break, away in the sky, 

the blue illuminating 

star isn't my life, 

real life is

very rugged, the illusion of moonlit

desert, which looks the milky 

ocean from distance,  

but there's 

nothing 

but a wilderness; If possible, accept 

the reality, the spring of 

caravan paused, 

for indefinite

moment, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

moonlit desert 

AHEAD OF IMMORTALITY

they have said to me, I should write 

something new, how to tell the 

world, what's newer than 

your love, the 

realization

that life,

only breathes for you; all the desires

have been fulfilled, after 

touching your

heart,

this stoicism isn't so simple,  even the 

incineration, the soul does not 

become free; frequently

comes back  to

the origin 

point, 

the attachment that does not allow 

regenerate, that's another 

name for eternal love,

the most beautiful 

feeling, which 

never dies,

it moves above the blooming valleys !

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

I DO NOT LOVE YOU

I definitely, do not love you, but it's true

my life has nothing except you, 

numerous destinations,

however step up

towards you

only,

at that juncture, I do not know what's

magic there; assume ​​- pride, 

high-low, dark light, I

can't remember

all the

labyrinth, a drift, which pulls toward

you, a silence, a depth, which

does not permit to merge

or emerge, life 

becomes

blocked paper boat, waits for next 

splashes, It's  very difficult, 

to get rid of such

moments,

need the breathing, and removal of 

lips isn't easy, a tangle, which

breaks the pulsation, the 

killer grin or  the 

guardian

angel too, analysis is complicated,

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

THE LANGUAGE OF CONSCIENCE

life-size mirror couldn't be persona, but 

not so small, that you are unable to 

see the image, just needed to

be honest; have the

potential to

test 

himself, I don't know, what was lacking 

in your love, that you couldn't 

come closer, or your 

intention was just

the physical

comfort, my wish had the periphery 

more than fiction, whom you 

may not understand,

such love that 

the time 

cycle couldn't even swallow, binding 

indefinitely, eternal intersection,

which is impossible to

separate, alas, 

that you 

can understand, conscience of the 

silent language - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

conscience  by Gay, Nikolai (1831-1894)

THE NIGHT OF VOTIVE

touch me with the same impression,

latent emotion wants to say you 

something, beautiful twilight, 

please come little closer,

the goblet is nearer

to spill, just hold

to my hand,

before falling down, the heady night 

stepping slowly, on the glassy

stairs of darkness, again

blooming the tiny

nocturnal 

flowers, 

filling the life into the nerve, your 

love becoming the messiah,

curing the old wounds

 by the divine

 fragrance - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

by Fabian Perez - Enjoying Night - Painting

IN THE MIST OF MORNING 

on the remote mystic dale, night waning, 

the thin clouds are floating near 

the horizon, I've seen you 

many times there,

like the wet

rose, 

with eager eye, for a sun beam, between 

the trembling pedicle of emotion, 

in the soft rustle of morning 

wind, spread the aroma

of your body, rising 

somewhere

in the fog; realism of dream,  love is 

knocking the door of heart,

again, life has

recovered

from the experience of nightmare - - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

MYSTIC ROSES BY GARY JENKINS

THE FLOATING ADDICTS 

enamel wasn't durable, hence the mystery 

unfolded, hidden motive floated on 

the surface, you've succeeded

to some extent, actually 

it's half truth, in your

desire heart 

couldn't be included, outer layer remained 

just a thin layer of love, in fact, it was

not able to adapt the depth of 

affection, the color of 

henna has been 

released

earlier, the empty palm failed to catch the

butterfly, few glaze left over on the 

tip of finger, your love, wasn't 

able to move from the 

incompleteness,

before the time, addiction became sober, 

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

Julia Zhao Kendall - Oil Painting - flower

THE INFINITE DEPTH

extensive river, bottomless aquatic world  

as infinite depth of the mind, hidden 

valleys and unknown sailor, the 

equation of life was complex, 

somewhere, perhaps we 

meet in the meander

of emotion, to go 

together,

toward the upstream course,unaware of 

the rising storm, riding on old ferry,

we floated to remote, touched 

the foamy seashore, just

without thinking, on

that confluence,

we looked

the full lively world of dream, life-death-

free sigh, a touch of eternal love,

unleashing blue sky and 

bottomless ocean, 

we have 

emerged, with new glowing scales !as 

the tender sun  rays  - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

inner mind