THE EROSION - -

containing multi erosion, the persona of 

mine, became the sharp edge, 

deranged flow of desire,

allures me again 

and again, 

it's your 

feral love, or abstruse persistence to - -

alter my existence into the fine

sand, whatever is in your 

heart, it's up to you,

but beautiful 

dreams 

always manage to grow with peerless

bloom, on the rugged chest !

often, moonlight has

amplified the 

fragrant 

emotion, and that's reason, the life - - 

waits the collide of unbridled

waves - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Sarah Ellen Reay art 2 

THE MIST OF TIME - -

flowers will bloom again tomorrow, 

as usual, season doesn't

wait for anyone, 

everything 

will be 

in its place, flow of time has its - - 

own commitment, the graph 

of morning and evening

goes non stop, 

commas 

are the mood of sky, ever clouded 

sometimes crystal clear, life

in all condition has to 

accept the term 

of silent

compromise, an endless process

to emerge from the mist 

of time - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Sarah Ellen Reay Art 

THE SHORT TERM EXISTENCE - -

I do not know why, you still awaiting 

the comeback of past, which 

can't  be repeated, that's 

not a season of 

bloom,

the exchange moment of breath, -

the swear to live together 

a lifetime, some 

wet dream,

some 

soaked desire of aqueous eyes,

let it be covered under the 

mist of emotion, 

everything 

in life

is not desired, age of dew drop - -

lets are short, a distance

of few moments,

amid the

faded 

darkness and the tender sunlight - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Rita Squier

THE ENDLESS WAIT - -

neither the moonlight is the solidary, 

nor the moon, reflection of 

your love, it's the 

forced 

agreement amid the life and night,

I'm somewhat incomplete,

after meeting you, 

maybe you've 

robbed 

the saturation, it's jaded persona of

mine, or mellow stinger left

over the body and 

mind, a 

groan with aspire to live, the sweet 

venom has its own influence,

neither it extinct, nor it 

lively, a feeling 

without 

you, alike miles long, fathomless

depth of pain, the endless

smoldering emotion,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Heavens Light - artist TONY GROTE 

THE SOLE PURPOSE - -

hazy shade every step, everywhere 

uncertainty, however life

eternally dynamic,

do not ask, 

trail 

of my destination, sometimes the -

gloomy clouds, sometimes, 

intensive sustained 

rainfall,

my existence molten in the spines,

emotions moving bare feet,

whether it be fire, or 

the pointed

bushes 

stacks, proceeding is the only the

sole purpose, in a crowd or

alone departure, just 

moving on - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by Don Wright 

THE PAUSED MOMENT - -

a desire to infinite peace, and seamless 

blue ocean, life again seeking the 

missing tidal wave, a strange

perception doesn't

allow emotion

to rest, 

again somewhere, dreams alluring the 

eyes to deep sleep, the mystic

fascination of your love 

drags the persona

towards the 

moment 

of pernoctation, a potent silence again 

proceeding to the life - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Sea Shore - no idea about painter

THE SUNSHINE OF MY PART - -

whatever is the cause of smiling, we've 

learned to live in thorns, do you 

believe it or not, we've 

learned to flow

with 

contrary the wild stream, the sky may 

not be generous, we've learned 

to keep the dew in the 

heart, it's hard 

to keep 

the 

distance from the reality, hence we've

adopted the desert as homestead,

clouds have its own maybe 

compulsions, we've

learned to live

together

the 

mirage, life isn't that complicated - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/  

loral cactus 

THE ENIGMATIC NIGHT - -

a frozen silence amid us, a standstill 

path of smoldering emotion, 

the miles long the 

profound 

night, 

in these paused moment, do not go 

far away, wait for some time, 

life wants to unfold 

some woven 

web !

let be melt the layer of passionate -

dream, still morning has no 

fixed location, the 

desire of 

heart

is maverick, wandering aimless, a 

haven is needed in your 

cool deep eye !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

Painting by Charles Morrison
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE COLORED PASSION - -

breath of the night was the cumbersome,

anyway, promise fulfilled by the 

dawn, spilled some color

on the grand blue -

canvas, now

the life 

regaining the refreshed feeling, some -

unfinished dream, few semi -

blooming flowers are 

still strived, to 

get the 

meaning, some beauteous destination,

in the remote again emerging 

with fragrant definition,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

JUDITH KINGSLAY ART

THE COMEBACK - -

some pains have their own tacit sensation,

without saying it says a lot, the face 

helplessly reveals all the 

broken spirit, 

it's hard 

to hide the matter of heart, the mirror often

actuates, to share the inner secret,

and that scrapping brings 

the life towards 

the latent 

amber, 

somewhere life gets the art of emergence,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Art - Likeness By Sydni