THE GLIMPSE OF LIFE

raising up the dense vapor from the quiescent

valleys, as the night reaching to maturity,

misty sentiments encroaching the

persona, walking on the

path of dried

leaves,

beside the shadow of ruined medieval castle,

the creeper of anonymous wild bloom

throws the seductive ensnare

in the moonlit mount of

desire toward to

eruption,

it’s not only hard rather difficult to save the

the wild, unrestrained thought, do not

keep the leaning face on the

shoulder, destination

is uncertain,

let me

to find out first, the shelter for night, maybe

near the shore of milky way, some

where in the mysterious world

of celestial beauty or very 

near to horizon of 

ductile 

emotion as the glimpse of life in your dove 

eyes - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by Thomas Kinkade 1

THE UNEXPLAINED FEELING 

some unexplained emotion sprawled  

on the floor, as the expensive vase

of glass scatters after slip from

the hands, doleful eyes 

look the agonized 

flower or the 

last 

inhaling fish of aquarium, difficult to -

analyse life without you, the 

floating dreams or the 

desires on the 

surface of 

heart,

frequently wants your fusion into the 

depth of innermost, as the 

aroma of tuberose 

goes through 

nerves to 

mind, 

creates some passionate illuminating 

milestones, on the bed of wild

stream, colorful waves 

writes the poem 

on the chest,

twilight 

brings some romantic news through the

gentle wind - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art - unexplained - Frechette Fine Art Gallery.jpg

THE WET MOMENTS

hushed of late night, abruptly broken !

something walks with buried legs,

or coming nearer the

exhausted voice

of oceanic

waves,

many times life has called you, while

echoes have been came back ,

but there’s no indication

that you’ve listened

the whimper of

internal

pain, the thin clouds above the hills, -

mounted the illusive rain of

midnight, the wet wind

knocked the door,

fervently I’ve

opened

too,

on the doorstep injured dream was

found comatose, inhaling the

unexpressed emotion,

I’ve collected one

by one all the

pieces of

love,

in end of night, the aroma of nocturnal

wild lily insipid at last, later the

color of bloom faded rapidly,

emptiness became more

profound, life suffers

as usual through

loneliness,

but

this waiting has a rare aesthetic charm,

perhaps! one day the condensed

clouds would be favor to the

arid land of heart, and

life could see the

tiny violet

bloom

on the twig of leafless sentiments - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  mysterious moon light - Schwärzung für immer...

THE LAND OF RAIN SHADOW

I know you'll not read this verse, but there's

no romance, no colorful dreams,
grayish sky, desolate land,
and muffled grown,
I know, your
eyes
Search my existence in the Valley of Bloom,
though spring has passed long ago,
I don't know why your aspire
has no entirety, while
you've been
robbed
whatever I had, it was an adsorption of last
drop or pseudo thirst for love, I do not
know, a chase continuously by
you behind me doesn't
allow getting a
moment
for a little nap, however, life wants to wear
some decent colored wrapper on
the wounded emotion, but
your unquenchable
desire has no
boundary,
it wishes to see me night and day with a
Zolaistic way, in the name of
realism isn't it, the self -
deception, impound
of sense but
you've
no time to think about that because your love
ends in the muscles and bones, the
the soul remains dry in the land
of rain shadow - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/  

sorce - rain Graphics at Kathys.jpg

MOONLIGHT RETURNS - -

At the end of the night, the exhausted moonlight
said with an emaciated glow, that's all
our co – traveling, here is my path
goes to another gloomy
land, I've no more
time to
entertain you, some wounded life may be
waiting across the horizon, loving
to somebody doesn't mean
that I've to forget rest
of the world, so for
today it's
enough, let me go in the strange eyes
most probably that's restless to
see some tender dreams,
let some teardrops
to be converted
into the
dew,
fetterless, my love doesn't know stability-     

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by branch-silhouettes

THE RIFE ECSTASY

Some endlessly aspire, while the life

couldn't sleep, the natural
urge has unlimited
emotion,
how much you've touched them,
some other day, perhaps
in retired moment
of the rainy day,
near
the unleashing window, sitting in
your proximity, maybe we
will count the drops
of love, how
much
was collected into the heart and
how much is scattered on
 the marble floor,
and of-
course how many drops converted
to dew, in the shadow of
galaxy often I
 looked
you're trying to search my address,
though I'm always in your
pulsation,
sometimes you didn't find me in
the darkness, while I was
existed in your eyes,
 just correctly
 in the
 the hidden light beam, it's interesting
 that whenever you've seen
 the mirror, my image
 emerged with
smiling
 face, I was here, I'm just now extinct,
but somatic, my sensation in
your heart never dies,
it will remain
till the
end of the world - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

spring - Ou-Yang Guo-De

THAT'S YOU

enormously your love changed the

life, hence the image in the

mirror revealed with

the beauty of

spring,

as new creation’s tenderness often

reflects the continuum of

colors, perhaps that’s

your affection

which

brings me near the artistic outlook,

an innovative view to see

the life with different

angle, the world

looks more

striking

then past, an interest developed into

the rhythm of emotion, the

thorny trail becomes

the flourished

vista of

buds

and blooms, your scented breath fills

glamour to the dreams, the

meaning of survival gets

the perfection, the

life goes en

route for

blossom with multi dimension - - - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  painting by LYoungNasturtiums

THE PSEUDO DISTANCE

night is on your display, as a glass of trembling

hand, moments of aesthetic touch, just

nearer to spill out, please let me

back to conscious, then

ask the consent

of my heart,

I know 

the night is short, some more time, let keep the

hangover around the life, some dreams 

have to stretch the delicate emotion

slowly, do not break the moonlit

flow, let feelings be soaked 

into the nectar of wild 

bloom, later you

touch the 

soul,

still rawness is remained in the proximity, let 

little more concentration in relationship,

otherwise it will break with slight

touch, let love to reach on 

the extreme point of 

natural craft, 

after 

only intoxication should react with primitive way, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by Julie

THE UNEXPECTED RECOGNITION 

do not ask me again, the secret of smiles,

be some reason that life frequently 

keep one's feet, the time is 

merciless, that's I know,

probably, some

enigma

or a light beam of celestial beauty flows -

from your maudlin eyes, without ultra

glow, vision finds out the trail in

darkness, that's your love

which inflects the life

toward the hope, 

creative 

mind changes the persona in amazing

way, in conscience, the emergence

of an unexpected beauty, life

gets back magnitude of 

survival - - - 

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

blue night with full moon 

THE OBSESSIVE AFFECTION

the dreams were the fireflies, before

the dawn flew away toward the

unknown destination, the

leftover glow stay

behind on the

palm,

some innocent feelings trying to grow,

as a tender climber searches the

support to reach the canopy,

your love is the first ray

of sun, the injured

emotion wants

once again

bloom,

who has written poetry on the eastern

sky, the colorful script looks like

your gentle touch on the

body and mind, it’s

drowsiness or

you’ve

occupied the emptiness of life - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://s

anyalsworld.blo

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Violet Dawn painting by MARC YOUNG