THE ULTIMATE AMBITION - -

the custom of world is in its place,

it's not necessary to change

the persona according

the season, so

I've left

the path of wildly crowd, a search

which can give me the

essence of life,

the self-

satiation, I know on that turning -

point exists thorny shrubs,

elegiac lament,

profound

pain,

far reaching groan, infinite disinte-

gration, the thousands

questionnaire,

and

alone heart, love or worship, a -

passion constant, expressing

isn't so easy, a delirium

or a re-ignition,

whatever

is

that feeling, the life deliberately -

wants to destroy itself,

with boundless

longing in

the

heart, one day the destination will

ask the ultimate ambition

of soul - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by - Hans Paus - Evening Sky I

THE SOMATIC VASE - -

a streak of light, the spillage 

of passion, adumbral 

hypnosis, or 

somatic 

vase,

decorated by someone with 

delicate emotion, you 

can say flowers

but it's only 

the love, 

which bloomed with different 

glamour, just feel it, in 

the restless 

breath, 

in the innermost a familiar - -

fragrance plays with

rhythm of heart -

beat, the

sensation goes across mind -

and soul, the moonlit -

dreams sits 

silently 

on the doorstep, embracing 

some glassy promise - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by Brett Humphries

THE REBELLIOUS GLANCE - -

from an usance, eyes have

desire to see the inner

depths, an effective

relief to the

soul,

perhaps, somewhere is the 

its legend 

that 

in your vision exists, ray of

immortality, amid the 

naked reality 

and 

dreamy thought, its believed

a perception of replete

bliss is hidden in 

your love,

and

that's the reason life doesn't

accepts defeat, though

several times 

the edge

goes

away from hands, on those -

moment emotion 

recovers 

the 

passion everlasting, breath 

feels the freshness 

of affinity, a 

potency 

of 

stone regenerates in the - -

nerve, cells, muscles,

persona self

prepares

the 

conation to fight against the

rebel waves of mid 

stream - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Linda huber photorealistic drawing 

THE ASCENT - -

the inherent fragrance of your heart,

makes my persona meaningful,

otherwise the world is

very monotonous,

colorless,

that

feeling has its own fascination, the

undefined attachment alters

the life from raw

mineral to

the

invaluable gem, existence shines -

with breathtaking light, hence

life doesn't afraid the 

darkness of 

moonless

night !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsduniya2.blogspot.com/
Catherine Baziller-Maupaix
Artist Painter 

THE UNRESOLVED MOMENT - -

a few stories, and certain realities,

who knows, where is hidden,

the secret passage,

of ambrosia

urn!

stigma or consecration, salvation

or eternal wandering, intense

love, or aquatics in

the shallow

edge!

in this beautiful evening, all those

bookish things are not so

meaningful, the truth

lies between

you and

me,

an invisible flame amid the two -

different persona, goes

through the twin

emotional

path,

towards the extreme veneration or

mutual solubility, analysis

is too hard - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

desert-sunset- The Art Of Tim Stringer
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Some Other Day

Preserve the emotion in the eternal
heart, in a secret corner as an
hidden jewels,
premature
relation
required the more space, do not
say me now, "I love you - - "
the southern winds are
volatile the beduin
gray clouds
are flying
on the blues,frenzy thoughts - -
roaming and roaming
aimless destination,
waves of
liberation
wants
to break the barriers, two hands
want the whole the sky,
restless energy
searches
new
direction,new horizons, wait for
some other day, near the
rainbow, touching
the rain
clouds, springs would erupt on
the deserted barren land
sprouting thorns
never saves
the roses
just wait -----please, let me go
to beyond the dreams
on the land of
reality
trust me, for some other day.
----SHANTANU SANYAL 

THE MYSTIC MOMENT - -

How that's happened, often I think,
from heavenly pleasure, the
cluster of jasmine 
became 
just 
some petal - less petiole, though -
I've been repeatedly explained, 
do not connect yourself,
with extraordinary
indulgence,
but you 
didn't care, except sob and groan
you've nothing left now, the  
unlimited craving 
created you
insane,
frequently, I make myself a defaulter,
however, you know very well,
that how much I'm the 
responsible for
those 
a moment when emotion surrounded 
by the passionate storm, and
pseudo veils fell down,
silently, one by one,
akin the tiny
nocturnal 
blooms falls down just quietly after 
releasing, the drop by drop
intoxicating fragrance,
nevertheless,
still the 
the compunctious heart wants you, the
impression of your love 
doesn't insipid yet,
though from 
the rose
to hawthorn, a long journey has been 
passed - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by -  Ou-Yang 1

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/

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