THE MELTING MOON - - -

you may not remember, but I recall !
invoke of spring, sulk of waves,

kiss of inclined clouds, 

contraction of 

shore in 

itself,

uncalled evening rain, drenched - - 

emotion, and your obsessive

love, retreating waves 

and disport of 

sinking 

sun, 

my obscure name written on sand,

return of migratory birds, the 

proceed of darkness,

moment to 

moment, 

the

night jasmine's smolder ! the long

night of pernoctation, you 

remember or not, but 

I still remember,

melting of 

the 

blue moon together the drop by - - 

drop passionate dew - - - 

* * 

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

memory of night - - 

SELF VISION - -

in the blues path of life, often someone 

walks along, touches the persona 

though remains invisible, 

but dominates 

with full 

power, that perception has a different-

aroma, creates silently scentful

to the inner corners, the 

emotion emerges 

with innovative

possibility,

life proceeds towards the beauty of - -

seraphic soul, mind becomes 

crystal clear water, the 

inner sediments

of sorrow, 

pain

gradually leaves the contamination, -

the emotion alters towards 

the rhinestone crystals,

the image shines

with aura of 

purity !

self vision becomes perfect truth - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by B. Fox 

THE BUSHY EMOTION - -

some questions remained unanswered 

let it be, it's not necessary that every

thing should be perfectionist's 

vision, profligacy has 

its own gusto,

ever let

me to wander in the deserted paths - - 

a person learns by self mistake,

there's a saying, sometimes 

let me to love you with 

an extent of the 

obsession, 

finding 

meaning in the everything, often takes 

away the beauty of that thing, 

sometimes let life to 

be tameless !

because

life 

needs revulsion, monotonous singing -

spoils the rhythm of passionate 

proximity, some sweet 

wrangling is too

required in 

the 

life, those sour and sweet moment's

glamour makes the affection 

more condensed - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL     

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

unknown path 

IN SEARCH OF INNER FLOOR - -

where's the possible, in a single life
everything to gain, that person 

was so lonely beneath 

the supernal -

shattered 

canopy, 

nobody, heard the sob of darkness,

the drowning stars hadn't any 

option, no one knows in 

which direction they 

have gone, 

faraway, 

only existed mystic environs and an 

endless silence, a quest or 

unquenchable thirst,

pulls again and 

again, your 

love 

as usual remained unsolved into - - 

the bottom of conscience !

all clues failed to 

unfold the 

riddle

of your eyes, deeper than ocean, it

has mystery myriad, the more 

you immersing the more,

the bottom floor 

is lost, it's

not easy 

to assess the bottomless depth - - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

art by Lu Haskew

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  

THE DEEP PRICK - -

from here, leads a turn too far, where,

even shadow leaves attachment,

a transparent feeling, 

develops unseen 

underground 

branch,

some familiar faces, escapes one by 

one silently, those noiseless 

moment of life, often 

asks the meaning

of existence, 

and 

conscience turns the pages of spirit -

very carefully, but doesn't get 

the old underlined stanza

of you love letter, the

extinct lines 

teases 

with chortle of tidal wave, life looks - -

the touch stone with reverse 

inverse way, and at last

throws into the 

midstream, 

just like

a raw dream's survival, among the - - 

broken glass vase and scattered 

flowers, life searches the 

missing clue of 

stunning

fragrance ! but gets only pieces of - - 

sharp edged reality - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
PAINTING BY MARY DOVE 

THE REFLECTION - -

then, a ripple going far, has been

a return, on shore, some

nomadic firefly are

shining with

dreamy

wing,

are you still waiting for moonlight,

amid us some silent treaty

of eyes, do you, yet

kept hidden in

the land of

soul,

the velvety cognition of closeness,

do you still feel, that passion

which made me loopy

and you became

the flame

out

of control, do you often realize, -

overflowing goblet magic

of my love, an elusive 

attraction do you 

still feel for 

me !

I'm eager to know that, my image 

is still contained in your 

full bloomed 

reflection,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
 artist – Pavel Guzenko

THE PROFOUND COLORS - -

whatever you think, depends 

up to you, matter of the 

heart, I said, It's 

true, you 

trust it or not, that, remains - - 

an emptiness, often 

without you,

and

whenever you appear before 

the eyes, everything 

looks newly 

created,

alike 

wet canvas, life becomes - - - 

restless to absorb 

your fascination,

a freshness 

unknown, 

fills the 

profound color into the breath,

on those passionate 

moment, life 

searches

the 

fragrant emotion, to love you - 

with unique way as an 

hidden pigment 

of nature 

fills 

the colors gradually to semi - - 

bloom flowers, 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
emotion 1

THE UNSEEN SALVE - -

maybe life has its own compulsions, 

immeasurable agony, injured 

emotion, blister full foot, 

deepening dark,

nevertheless, 

the hope

never dies, it emerges again and -

again from the tip of broken

breathing web, to get 

the rebirth blob,

the unseen 

potential

always remains latent in the womb -

of time, somewhere, life looks 

across the window glass

a realizing corner 

of dream,

some 

multicolored clouds floats above the 

skyline, a feeling of salve or a

cognition of your implicit 

love develops the 

strong desire 

to live !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by Miki 

FLAMING THIRST - -

though you've absorbed all form, color, 

nectar ! in profound way, but still 

something is remained in 

my persona, beyond

the description 

an invisible 

combustion of wild passionate fragrant,

or an everlasting earthen lamp of 

forgotten monastery or a 

dream which never 

reached to the 

edge of 

last oclock, or an eternal love - - - - - - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting- Svetlana Novikova

THE EXCEPTIONAL MOMENT - -

anomalous moment sometimes leaves

some touching sensation, the life

remains laying on the wide

swath, however the 

persona tries 

till the 

last minute to get back the loth spring,-

often I think about the depth of 

your eyes, the mirage or 

labyrinth, do not 

know what's 

exactly

that, sentience returns after wondering

the rugged valley, deranged 

river, color shifting sky,

or the smolder 

sealine,

it's hard to understand what's hidden 

in your heart, and what's flowing

from light of your eyes, 

just life goes 

through 

the multi twist of your silky affection !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

June Dudley Fine Art Paintings