THE EVENING SHADOW

do not know; what's searching your eyes,

while; I gave you everything, the

evening brought again

new story; some

secret, just

let it in

the

darkness, just now; the sun has immersed,

just wait a while, the tiredness will 

go away; scorched flowers

get some rest; let the

concentration of 

aroma to be

dense;

and then touch to my wounded body with 

blessed hand, it's prolong journey;

the night is tender; susceptive

too, gradually come near

me, the glassy dream; 

perhaps break!

a little

more; romance should  be emerge - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsplanet.blogspot.com/
flowers of evening 

THE UNPUBLISHED EPISODE

either a silent traveler ; or a nocturnal

creature left the strange foot print

on the river – bank, perhaps

the waves knows; her

address, last

night

in

the wind there was a peculiar feeling,

who had fused the fragrance of life

into the dull moments of the

solitude, do not know;

who had kept the

bunch of tube

rose, in

the

depressed flower vase, a sweet scent

was sprinkled on the chest, the

sensation got back the lost

smile, a delicate liana

crept, entire night

very close to

the heart

with

carrying the blossom of gripping bliss,

that shrouded sentiment of a

long period, the unspoken

desire, the thick aspire,

out of the blue;

unfolded

and

waxy hesitation melted away in a wink,

preceding night somebody had

opened the whorl of zeal,

life received amazing

aesthetic touch

of warmth

proximity, more than probability - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  antique_door_knocker by Bill Hengen Artwork 

THE SEARCH OF HYDROUS FEELING

wave returns to touch my body usually,

however; ground of the heart,

remains always arid;

get from anywhere;

a feeling that

the heart

should

be hydrous, ahead of your desires are

boundaries of thirst; even if you

want; do not be able to

touch the innermost

mine, an invisible

combustion

is smoldering with multi horizons, life 

wants to concoct new unaltered 

dimensions, where; everyone

can breathe without the

differences, such

a place; 

where the feelings of the heart spills out

from the eyes, dipped into the 

pain of others, full pure

spirits, without any 

adulterants - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

calm  shore 

ALL SENSE OF WELL - BEING

those moments, which we’ve made

alive, the sensitivity which can

change the essence of life,

from downbeat to the

self illuminating

process,

a long

distance to completion in a short –

time, we’ve have felt the pain

of others through the self

perception, however

those incentive

taught us

the real

way; to go towards the beauty of

heart, which is pure as well

as never-ending travel,

embracing to all near

the chest with a

inclusive

thought of "all sense of well-being"

the complete salvation in 

the love - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  painting by Christopher Ryland 

ACROSS THE WINDOW GLASS

it's shared feeling to emerge, some 

pain is in my heart, some drops

of tears are nearer to spill

down; from your eyes, 

this night has its 

own saga,

darkness isn't the single reason, the

life is the another name of 

river erosion, however

between the 

creation

and 

desolate, I want to touch you, let; -

force of the waves will get 

the stony edge, again 

dreams are on 

the door 

step;

the rain shower are knocking the  

window glass - - - 

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

rainy night 1

THE FLEETING PROMISE - -

hasn’t reached to the level of that

ripeness ; thus life, until now

searching the refuge of

completion , the

periphery of

needs

extents every minute, ambition to

get beyond the limit, brings

the emotion near the

brackish lake, the

twitchy lips,

tired

body, undulating reservoir waits in

the short vision, thirst never

quenched, seeking a drop

of sweet water, but

fate doesn’t

favor,

the burning sky, not all the time will

be sympathetic, the floating

rainclouds teased with

beautiful modus

operandi ;

passed

above the sand dunes for a while, it

looked with deserted eye,

conceivably said by

silence; today

just feel the

wet wind,

if your

destiny will be trusty enough, again

we will come back with hydrous

perception, until then

adieu my friend - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  the Sea Painting by Gina Femrite 

AROSE FROM THE ASHES - - - 

those who've gone deep in the heart;

they've never recovered; not 

easy to get out from the 

infinite bottom,

sigh on

that surface; turns to the divinity; to 

achieve that priceless 

pleasure, a life

isn't enough,

need of

multiple births, that eternal love, ends 

from veneration to sacrificial fire, 

ultimately it changes into the

immortal relation; an 

element which

doesn't

break forever, to that the incineration 

conditions; do you are ready 

to follow me, with the 

sustained way,

rethink 

dear friend for that - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by artist Toni Grote

THE APEX OF MELTING POINT 

shadows of clouds; thunderbolt is 

flashing on the horizon, in this 

beautiful twilight ; haven't 

you send the wet 

message; 

through the crazy wind, the heart

beats severely, fearing the 

unexpected incident, 

in the bailey of 

emotion;

the creeper of passion flower;

trying to touch the atrium 

of the innermost, in

the infinite 

vision; 

the unseen dominance; stepping 

towards my persona, maybe, 

that wants to interweave 

with body and life,

in everlasting

way - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by Gene Kloss

THE IMMORTAL ELEMENT

The story of that wet night; as a poem
unfinished; into those tiny rain
drops had hidden some 
enigma, an effect of
internal eruption,
blooming of 
emotion, 
either 
you'd snatched the consciousness or
that was an obsession of mine,
after flowing away from
the confluence; we 
are one body
and one
life,
that's the mind's estuary; their body 
the level is zero, the soul is churning 
the oceanic depth, venom 
or nectar, which is 
obtained, we
have been
accepted
that,
be immortality or extinction, the
regeneration is certain, the 
pure love never dies,
it flows between 
the stiff pass
of hard 
rocks of time; everlasting - - - 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Alasdair McGregor - Paintings

MORE THAN THE SOUL 

an aspire to get you with saturation, 

indulging into the infinite depth

of conscience, If you wish; 

you can say it, an 

unbridled

passion; or any thing, it's true that 

you've been contained into

the vein to mind, the 

dormant state, 

or in the 

awakened condition, in the pouring 

rain; in the thrill of uncertainty, 

you get involved, into the

subconscious, or in

the attention, on

the surface

or inner

the waves of heart; where you're not,

across the mirror, through the 

reflection your existence 

is attached to the 

underground 

emotion, 

even you revolt against this fusion of

love, you will not go away - - 

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

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