THE STOIC MOMENT - -

fragmented oath, even today, diffused -

on top of the ashes, the somatic 

serenity wasn't the only 

ultimate desire,

there's an 

another planet too, across the transient 

pleasure, alas ! you couldn't 

understand, just 

played with 

the outer 

waves of passion, those tidal graphs - - 

had the short term impact,

everything was faded

as the eyelids

peeled, 

in the friable ray of dawn, you've looked

so cachectic, as some cloistered

shore of arid river, who 

forgets the flowing

with congenial,

natural 

way, unknown stagnation devoured the 

persona, you couldn't touch the 

inner happiness, only 

floated above

the outer

odor

cell which produces alcoholic essences,  

momentary, mingled with sweat 

drops, ultra quick, soluble 

in the winds, 

toward 

the extinction, leaving ennui stains - - - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

artist - Nishita Teresa Pereira

THE INADVERTENTLY MOMENT - -

termless wasn't your promise

it shouldn't be, nobody 

can keep the 

words of 

confession,

the life is a continuous variable,

you've some personal 

preference, some 

compulsion,

however the world is small, the 

possibility of reunion,

remains in 

its place,

somewhere, maybe we will - - - 

meet again, the future is 

very uncertain,

who knows, 

where,

see you around, let leave, the - - 

memory in the heart,

the evening of 

life needs 

some 

refresh breathing ! few aromatic 

attachment - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art By Neelima

THE MAGICAL SHADOW - -

you're so close, that the whole universe

goes hands - off, life floats through 

the impulsive mist, to touch 

you, to comprise with

intensive way 

into the 

depth of without strand, an extensive - - 

cistern, the deluge of emotion, 

the churning of blue 

ocean, the 

ascent

of mysterious nectar urn, do not know, in

how many forms, your affection 

creates the illusive circle,

layer - by - layer 

the multi -

dimensional, I don't find out the decklink

point, the persona moves from 

one angle to other, your 

love has the unique 

prismatic 

appeal,

the source remains shrouded under the 

passionate snare of your eye - 

shadow - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

artis N.Dubovskoy

  artiartis N.Dubovskoys N.Dubovskoy

EVEN TODAY - -

even today, in my breath the fragrance 

of your love is existed, though 

many seasons passed 

leaving colors and 

shades !

on 

that turning point even today, blooms - 

the flowers of immortal emotion,

an invisible bond of 

feeling doesn't

detach,

however, the stormy winds are blowing

as usual, a cognition of the inner

heart, doesn't permit to 

eras the trust of 

fondness

indefinitely, it matures day by day with 

the perception, that someone 

loves beyond the 

somatic 

achievement, and that's reason life - - - 

looks more beautiful - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

creation by china 

THE INNER GLOW - -

on those waves of emotion, not 

stays the bonds of man -

made, in a wink 

everything 

becomes a bubble, the world - - 

looks very subtle particle,

that love has its own 

integral fibers,

containing 

an illuminated fascination, where

sorrow pain, own estranged,

high low, fib pride, lose -

achieve, the earth 

and sky, the 

distance

of hearts shrinks rapidly, the life -

goes toward the ultimate 

truth of humanity,

every face 

shines 

with absolute glow of the inner - - 

beauty,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by alfredo remos martinez

THE CALCULATION OF TIME - -

do not expect ahead of fate,
everything is a house
of cards, I'm not
a magic
wand,
nor you're a mantra of the -
rejuvenation, everything
has its own values,
the desires
were
the flourish foliage, and - - -
life of tree didn't bear
the rapid velocity,
time has its
own
calculations, nobody can - -
change that - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

Blossom-Tree-Painting- no idea about painter
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

IN SOME OTHER MOMENT - -

do not snatch my vagrancy, it's the only

possessions I've, the cool evening

the plumbaginous shades,

the grizzle of offing,

a pain chronic,

an unsung

memory, please do not scrabble the - - 

dead layers, that life has learned 

to smile with so difficulty,

I'm just emerged,

from the 

unknown hangover, let it sometimes to

get recoup, there's a lot of night,

let the moon rise with the

unleashing beauty !

in some other 

moment,

you can ask the reason behind the - - - 

anonymity of my persona - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

  by Jan Atkinson

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

IN THE MIDSTREAM - -

between us could be anything, the 

agreement depends, on the 

mutual consent, the 

people has 

their 

own perception, because it's not 

necessary, that from the 

shore, the depth of 

midstream 

could 

be exact, it's difficult to please - - 

everybody, hence I've left 

to think in terms of 

others, living

with our

own 

way is the birthright, than why the

terror of world, on that end 

of river could be any -

thing, whatever

will be the 

upshot,

now helm is in hands, voyage - - 

continuous - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
by artist Arkhip Kuindzhi 

PERHAPS EVER - -

the quest is endless, and your love 

contained an infinite depth,

desires unlimited 

and the life

span 

is compressed, to get you with the

overall, isn't the only raison -

d'etre ! the essence of

life was implicit 

in the wet 

eyes, 

alas, life could know, perhaps the -

floating emotion of corneal 

has the undefined 

philosophy !

you've 

not decipher the pain of heart, an - - 

incompleteness remained 

forever - - 

* * 

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

artist- martin johnson heade

THE ILLUSIVE CIRCLES - -

something like this, you're included in 

the rhythm of life, that in the 

nebulous darkness 

of evening 

too,

a beautiful feeling emerges from the -

exhausted body and mind, in 

the faraway, above the

woodland path, 

some 

flicker of fireflies invites innovative - - - 

dreams, unnamed flowers

of grove creates the 

illusive circles

of odor !

someone secretly knocks the door of 

latent passion, the heart seems 

releasing itself from the 

grip of persona, 

an opiate

unknown stirs the surface of tranquil - - 

emotion - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by Madina Croce - dini