SOME MORE TIME - -

if we get more than expected, where's

the fun of life, let's adorn again

the dream, why not fill the

light in the dark, yet 

morning is far 

away !

just 

now passion flowers have bloomed, - - 

the fragrance, still into the depth

of whorl, just wait a while,

night get deeper 

more, later 

touch 

my conscience, the latent love is eager

to disperse, there's still some 

more time to rise the 

moon - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by joyce ortner - - 

JUST RETHINK - -

I didn't know, that how, and when you've 

muffled my persona, in your body

and mind, this attachment 

has the different 

impact,

maybe you do not care the out come, -

but it's inevitable, the eternal 

love or a perpetual 

combustion,

do you 

think, it will bring you, on the destination

ultimate ! I can't change your way

of thinking, that's not under 

my domain, feelings

are your manor, 

yes, I love 

you, but it's not fair that for someone, the

entire life to be sacrificed, still 

you've time just say good 

bye, walking on the

flaming path,

isn't easy !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

twilight - bing art 

THE SATURATED POINT - -

many times I've seen, that mind runs 

behind an imaginary line, to over

shadow the horizon, a desire

to get the sky in the lap, 

but it's not possible

always to win,

the hidden

defeat 

of life teaches a lot, a self correction

creates new definitions, again 

rise of aspire, gain and 

lose, the graph has

multiple twist,

in which

point

exists the address of contentment - 

not so easy to say, the conflict 

amid the sunshine and

shade goes toward

the eternal way,

till the desire

becomes

gray !

helplessly mirror reminds the reality

of face - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

artist David Miller 

THE UNSEEN TOUCH - -

echoes have been returned to their 

origin, the alone lamp of the 

temple burned for some

time, neither any 

knock nor

visitor !

an emptiness, profound silence, the

flying pages, the peacock 

feather, the broken

eyeglass, life

is hidden 

some

where on the margin, as underlined

delphic word, your love remains

unsolved riddles, esoteric

incomprehensible,

but I feel that 

healing 

touch !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

 alone light 

THE TACTILE MOMENT - -

you're in front of me or an elixir urn is 

eager to flow over, this evening 

has its own glamour but 

lesser than your 

sliver, the 

drooping eyelid or tuberose cluster 

are eager to bloom, a rustle in 

the flower grove or you've

whispered some

passionate

verse, 

the indigotic darkness, shrinking the 

proximity, hard to say which 

side is superficies and 

where is the infinite

depth, strange

feeling

eddy prone moment, who knows the 

outcome of this obsession,

gliding away eroded 

shore ! and 

sinking

emerging the fragrant breath - - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by Susan Martin Spar

THE REALIZATION - -

how to explain you by the word's trap,

it's the matter of heart, if you 

couldn't read through 

the eyes, the 

implicit 

emotion remains half bloomed, the

wet dreams often emerges on 

the edge of misty river in 

the winter morning,

on the residue

of  surface,

floats

some fragrance unexplored - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  art by nandini karunamuni - India   

THE MOONLIT ARRIVAL - -

As in an outlying, desolate cloister, the
obscurity suddenly wakes up with
the dim light of the earthen lamp,
something like that
life becomes
active
whenever I waited for you, the reticular
the soffit of the medieval era and throb  
graph somewhere feels
the fragrance of
wild bloom,
the
the saffrony western sky fills the passion
of bizarre perception, from the
a lattice of feeling drips
drop by dropping the
affectionate
touch
of your love, on that moment, life -
doesn't desire anything
except your
arrival,
* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE ACCOUNTABILITY - -

don't ask the color of inner eyeglass, 

it changes with coordination of 

weather, in the same way 

I've seen the aspect 

of your love, 

ever too 

close 

sometimes beyond the reach in -

the game of light and shade

often emotion became 

misled, doesn't 

find out the

realism,

life wanders in the curved stairs !

albeit the destination exists

before the eye but mind

moves in the path 

of mirage, the

drop of 

peace goes dried up, the unknown 

combustion smolders day 

and night with unseen

flame, innocent

heart gets 

the 

pain unexpected, self determination 

when get lost - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
freedom 

THE LIBERATION - -

what's in that obsession, which
not allowed me to mingle with
sublunary matter, just
pulls toward the
rings of
illusion, though living among -
the crowd, nevertheless
life feels the isolation,
the quietism or
liberation
from
self whirlwind, difficult to define,
a shadow chases or your
love trying to subdue
my persona, the
beautiful
world
of realism is leaving behind the
vision, what kind of land is
before me, neither
sky nor the
sign of
surface, pervasive emptiness -
everywhere - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

painting by Wendy Puerto
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE EXTREME COMBINATION - -

though that's apocarpous from

body but dissolved in the 

breath, with unseen 

pious scent, 

every

moment that incenses with a -

beautiful sentience, life 

alters from somatic

to abstract, a 

perception

of lotus,

blooms in its planet above the

sludge, unswayed from 

all the infatuation

trap, extreme

solidarity

with 

the gorgeous winter sky, entire

immense, unclouded,

engrossed in 

love of 

infinite fascination, undefined - - 

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

dewy lotus