THE TWILIGHT DEAL 

amid the awakening and sleep, somewhere -

you've been existed as a static inhabitant, 

dwelling the nest gradually, the frail 

emotion has extended the arms 

for an everlasting hook, the

breathe holds your 

possession,

without

any blooper, just registered the delicate land

of heart, a unexpected wager or the  

the game of destiny, whatever!

the adventurist life has 

been prepared 

to accept 

the future consequence, maybe victory or - - - 

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

 art by Gerry Khatchikian 

THE IGNEOUS CONSENT

maybe belatedly you’ve enticed the

heart, a jittery feeling created

the uncertainty, anyway

at last before the

receding the

zest of

tempting art, a startling color dyed

the distressed canvas of life, on

that intent look I’ve found

the adoring appeal, a

spellbind charisma,

as a sinking boat

gets the

shore !

or a bewildered traveler finds the

path, a breaking star illumines

the sand dune, dried oasis

meets abruptly with

the covert flow

of subversive

stream,

it’s difficult to portray the emotive

influence, from nerve to cell

a sweet uproar turned

the somatic planet

as the upsurge

of the

approaching tempest, your simple

consent of inclined eyelash;

triggered the static,

extinguished

igneous

valley,

in the comprehensive way - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

   http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  Giant Amazon water lily (Victoria amazonica)

THE MULTIPLE FOLDS

that, amour carries me often; in the

terra firma of dream, a vista of

flourish wild bloom; effects

the soul and mind, shines

darkness with a typical

illuminative feeling,

everything looks

gorgeous,

it’s

you, I don't know, creates the scene

of extraterrestrial beauty; or the

some invisible vigor pulls me

toward the web of colors,

a cascade of passion

flows from the

rainbow,

the sky wants to fling the condensed

fascination; gripped with moonlit

emotion, life chases frantically

behind the nomadic wings,

who left the mark; on

the violent chest,

a delicate

glassy

perception surfaced, heart began to

weave the new design; an hidden

thrill nudges to manliness, a

nascent desire; wants to

touch you; feel you

with inclusive

allegiance!

that amour twists the persona with

multiple fold - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL
  

  

   http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
  art - cambridge window

THE MYSTERIOUS TOUCH

downy darkness, prolific obsession,

enticing the storm on the point

of estuary, last night; you

were exceptionally

closer to the

soul,

exclusive moment has crammed the

the chest with blissful experience,

that wasn’t the dream or saga

of versifier, a complete

realism; submersion

of sadistic river

into the

composed ocean, high waves were

converted into the moonlit

breath, the panoramic

swapping of feeling

erased all the

disparity,

neither profundity remained nor the

frivolity, an absolute assimilation

has changed the life, though

the moon sank earlier but

it left the insomnia on

the surface of

shoreline,

the

interlaced passion turned into the

mischievous waves, they have

played the game of soul

and body throughout

the night, the tide

of breathe

didn’t

rest for a while - - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  

  Mystic Forest - More Art

THE POTENTIAL RAIN 

quiet evening, the sun has ended 

its travel, some unexpressed 

emotions; restless 

heart's desire;

hidden

stories in your eyes, side changing

latent dream; inducing some 

embolism, touching the

bottom of heart;

a feeling,

blooming the proximity with new 

definition, surrounding the

tiny clouds of

fragrance,

a trance, a passion, the scattering 

will ! do not know, where, we

have get lost, or unable

to find the way of 

the senses, 

an elusive atmosphere is ahead to

convert the life, into the

aesthetic turmoil,

what's

consequence finally, can't predict 

in this turning point - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

art - ANNE PACKARD ART PRINTS

THE SURRENDER OF NIGHT

wounded night has travelled alone;

across the immense spiny desert,

smeared with severe pain of

severance, perhaps some

accord was between

you and moonlit

mystery;

neither you’ve came nor the beam

of moon sprinkled on the gloomy

dunes of life, the dried out a

river and nomadic sand

piper sang the song

of rainy season;

although

the sky had no single piece of cloud,

the swarm of glow worm flapped

the wings entire night, don’t

know why; illumination

didn’t appear, the

darkness

reached to extreme opaqueness; the

shadow even lost the escort, at

last; the stars have sank one

by one in the dark dust

of cosmos, the vast

emptiness was

left over

on the chest, eyelash couldn’t incline

for a moment, dreams have left

the delicate net of mind, in

the end of travel, night

has capitulated the

persona with

depressing

mood into the lip of eastern horizon - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

   

before the dawn - by albert bierstadt