UNKNOWN DESTINATION - -

two unseen streams, meet each others, 

somewhere in the sky, or the vision 

is trapped in your so called 

deceptive love, the 

venomous tip 

arrow or

your 

desire to absorb my persona with deep

immersion, brings the restless soul

towards the celestial merry 

go round, I'm standing 

speechless in 

the edge

of 

thirsty desert river, looking the empty - -

sky with hydrous dream - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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art by CHRISTOPHER RICHARD WYNNE

THE MAVERICK CLOUDS - -

to get you with perfection, isn't my 

destination, nobody is perfect 

pure, the natural art hasn't 

the precast frame, 

always 

remains a missing point, I'm too -

not out of that perception, 

indeed every soul is

born with sateless

desires and 

that's 

indication of continuous scrutiny !

a search to inner depth is 

more meaningful 

than roving

alike 

maverick clouds which doesn't - 

know the aspire of 

scorched 

land !

just pours all the rain anywhere,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

wet lotus.jpg
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THE LAST NIGHT - -

last night, in the remote, loneliness 

was burnt with new amplitude,

the stubborn clouds not 

melted completely,

your memory

chased 

the 

life with stormy mood, entire night - 

persona hadn't the respite,

a compressed flame

smoldered in 

the soul,

the 

dream lost the familiar path of eye,

far away there wasn't anything

visible, except the dense

fume and fume !

but I heard

that 

in your world there was the furore -

of spring,  wish you understand

the condition of shattered

emotion - -

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

unknown source 5

THE TURNING PHASE - -

Nothing is new in the changing of demeanor,

everything changes along with time, 

nature doesn't compromise

on emotion its has 

own mood !

so do 

not say seasons will not effect, the amazing

allurement for me, the sky was full of 

stars last night, in backstage

remained as usual 

emptiness, 

maybe

on that moment you dreamed me, but night 

had a secret treaty with morning, after 

day break there wasn't my persona 

in your eyes, the replacement

always existed, waiting

throughout the 

ages !

only happened in the poetic world, reality -

remains shrouded into the mysterious

conscience as usual beyond 

the comprehension,

just mysterious

but beautiful

artifice,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

open window

THE NEUROTIC WAVES - -

in the aqueous darkness, day and night 

when immersed into each other, 

your lineal approach 

brings the life

towards

the 

world of melting clouds, on that moment 

I had lost the sentience, moved 

fledgeless, in the unknown

horizon, the earth 

looked far 

away !

in your bosom has the phenomenal - - - 

stretch, life desires to scatter 

the persona with multi 

breaks, all the 

passion 

of 

your love then looks torrential monsoon

rain, the emotion flows towards

the directionless edge !

as a neurotic

wave - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
monsoon

UNMARKED FEELING - -

maybe there's rain in your town, again 

evening wind carries the wet 

memory, somewhere 

perhaps, fallen

the 

thunderbolt, coruscate the earth and -

sky with splendor beauty, its 

your love or divine 

ordeal, the 

soul 

goes illuminated, tho' you're unseen -

but included in inner conscience,

the persona exhaustively 

dominated by your

eternal love of

undefined

sense !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

rain clouds-  by stanley-rushton

IT'S TOO EARLY - -

unconsciously you've touched, the latent 

emotion, inadvertently awaken -

hidden desire tonight,

do not enlace  

me again

in 

your intoxicating breath, with a great - - 

difficulty, life has just improved, let 

me to feel, a little bit loafing 

before intensification

of the elusive 

night !

let these beautiful moments be more -

ambrosial, let half bloomed 

flowers reach to the 

maturity, still

aspire 

of heart is dollish, it's too early to get

the celestial fragrance - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by doris joa

THE MATTER OF COGNITION - -

on those trembling waves, somewhere 

flowing the paper boat, or the -

nervous emotion seeks 

the floating edge, 

your keen 

look 

goes into the bottomless depth, it's - - -

so difficult to guess the accent 

of silent script, which 

often appears 

in your 

face, breath hangs in the tip of delicate

leafy lips, what's that gravitation,

even willingly I couldn't

detach myself 

from 

your exotic snare, the sweet suffocation

has its own glamorous meaning !

not easy always to define

that realization in

web of 

words, that's matter of cognition, feeling

by heart - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

marilyn s art
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TOUCH ME WITH UNDEFINED ALCHEMY - -

the fulfillment of dreams, where's possible, -

however, in your love, life doesn't

care anathema of destiny !

just moves towards 

the strange 

path,

the infinite journey's final destination, neither 

you know, nor I've clue, only, emotional

flowing towards the unknown 

estuary of body and 

soul, meeting 

point

has its own mysterious beauty, it's heard that

in that confluence point, the true love

becomes immortal object !

performs more superb

than the 

philosopher's stone, myth or reality, whatever

it be, life wants to go along you, in the 

land of multicolored tidal waves,

which touches from earth

to sky, alike the 

extensive 

rainbow of divine beauty, beyond the words - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by Diana Lehr 

CLOSED LIPS - -

that familiar face today, shown me 

the mirror, now I'm searching 

my existence, in broken 

reflection ! some 

feelings

never gets the word for expression,

remains forever silence in 

the chest, as a form 

of crystallized

aromatic

love, 

that's matter of realization, very few

can touch to that invisible 

entity - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by bill brauker