THE COLORED BILLET DOUX 

abstracted vesper is swept down; from 

the blue mountains, slowly the 

flickering lamps are eager

to glow; once again;

life has been a

feeling of 

relief; 

gazing from the drapery; some moments

of inebriation; some pains are 

desperate to re-emerge,

again into

unconsciousness; you've touched to the 

deep secrets, or life is closer to

the destination, colored

billet doux; written 

by the setting

sun; 

floating still on the ocean, again desires 

are restless - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Rocks-at-Rotherslade

painting by Anthony Lewis 

THE ILLUSIVE NIGHT 

proviso wasn’t any, the expression of

eyes made all the affidavit, on that

unseen agreement , perhaps

the lips stamped the sign

of consent , on those

nervous moment ,

life submitted

the valued

soul,

a belief to travel through the inmost –

destination, whatever having

near; heart has agreed to

offer on the altar of

love; that offer

had its own

beauty,

to get the absolute salvation, conscience

has sacrificed all the aspiration in

exchange of sanctimonious

flames, now the blessing

or curse is concealed

in your heart, the

the unseen

ritual of

adoration toward to end, the divine rays

have to break; before the dawn,

a captivated earth waiting

on the door step - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
  Paintings by George Dmitriev 

THE DEAL OF SWEET PAIN 

it was better, that do not ever loved; 

loneliness was not so much

prussic; a loafing; a 

cool wandering; 

sometimes

the

desert and, sometimes among the 

clouds; reckless life, rugged

path; a big smile after

stumbling, the

moments 

were just like obstinate kid, every 

time capriole, running after 

the butterflies, innocent

emotion had no 

realization

of any

tedium, life was the intense smell 

of wild flowers, flirting with 

seasonal colors of sky,

no promises; nor

the discomfort 

to meet

someone, the deal of sweet pain has

snatched all the liberty - - - 

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

painting by MICHAEL NAPLES - Wild Flowers

THE RECIPROCAL EQUATION

neither figment of the imagination

nor the realism of life; whose

shadow chases with the

ad infinitum way,

do not know;

an unseen

chain

curls the perception, on those –

mystifying moment ; breath

becomes twitchy ; runs

toward your persona

leaving self value,

in the mirror;

the denial

of self

image raises unexpected question,

albeit being very nearer to each

other ; the gap looks wider ,

an invisible smoldering,

a desire to absorb

the entire thrill

of moment,

makes

the life more vital, more attractive,

it’s an extreme indulgence to

immerse someone into the

land of soul, a feeling of

undivided union of

two somatic

planet,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  moon light flood painting by  Mrs Raven

THE INTERLUDE MOMENTS 

these claims; after me; do not loved 

someone, it's very difficult;

my friend; to hide the 

reality, alien

odor;

the stale smile on the extinguished 

lips; the dalliance of stealing

the vision, all are saying;

the story of the past 

nights, the truth 

is that; the

ointment

of time has been filled the wounds 

perfectly, the world of 

emotions is very

unstable;

continuously flowing stream; 

never stops, even to

prevent it, the 

interlude

of time changes the path of dense rain 

clouds, do not say again that 

you still love me with the

same impulsive

way  - - 

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

painting by Carlo Valtrain

THE UNRESTRAINED KINSHIP

in the clump of desire the winding

dream travels, in the darkness

of moonless night , the

familiar breath

moves

from spinal column to the chest –

an aesthetic touch creates

the new definition of

love, the cluster

of tuberose

bursts

in vicinity of heart, the midnight

abruptly grows to redolent

sensation, the clumsy

moments turns

to gripping

episode,

tidal

waves of affection touches the

zenith of unknown bliss, a

spellbinding sensation;

underlines the

beauty of

fusion,

the

realm of soul rules the body and

mind; life becomes the

sandalwood tree,

with absolute

inclusion

of

extra ordinary fragrance - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  

  Garden - painting by Lin Crowley.jpg

BEFORE THE DAY BREAK 

this morning has a story of its own; night

dissolved through fire, only then; 

the light has sparked, on

those shadow, there

were numerous 

groans, 

many concealed screams; after only then, 

the sky has dripped the dew drops, 

whose foot prints remained 

on the slope of sand 

dunes, a standstill

was in the 

life;

last night, might be a nomadic bird or a

missing dream, had wandered

entire desert, from one end

to other, there was a

pervasive silence

in the sky, 

anyway the beauty appears only after

the combustion reached the 

climax - - - 

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

art by Cindy Lane

THE PROFOUND GLOOM

I know very well, what's your intent, 

that longing hasn't cessation,

that pauses only on the 

ups and downs of 

muscles and 

bones, 

that's your helplessness or desire

to get more than need of the 

endless thirst, maybe 

that realism is 

concealed,

in your

heart, but systemic signs are clear; 

you want to get me; in  the

perfect way, however

do you think that

you'll be able

to grasp 

the virility from the abysmal depth of 

innermost, perhaps never; alike

the candle; non-melted wax

remains in spurned form,

on the edge of 

scones,

the desire to burn again, I've doubt ;

as a thirst or ignition which 

are not extinguished,

will be exist in 

your heart,

because your aspiration is more than

length of night - - - 

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

the soul 

THE DUAL PERSONALITY

debonair feelings soaked into

the wet sandalwood paste ;

the coldness of scruples

thought brings the

heart en route

for divinity;

that

doesn’t mean the denial of -

verity , a live body and

mind contains the

pragmatism of

desire,

it’s

hard not only but impossible;

to consider someone as

an inactive character

to organic needs,

actually in the

darkness

that

individual sheds the simulated

mask, this camouflage

way of survival is

the natural

fact,

the art to win the heart or save

himself by changing the

colors with the

environs,

just

similar to the marine creatures !

labyrinth of ethics and the

stripped truth of life

aren’t so easy,

external is

found

something ; story of the inner

says something different !

it’s matter ; that how

much a person has

the sagacity

to judge

himself as well as the face of in

front - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  art by Nicholas Roerich