THE EXCEPTIONAL BEAUTY - -

that exceptional  beauty which could -

illuminate the inner obscurity !

often heart waits for

unpredicted 

advent

of

that dominance personality, the entire

world in that revelation can get

the true path of humanity,

where whole the

mankind

will

be the equivalent part of the simple - -

philosophy” live and let live to

other “ with love and

individual  -

dignity,

-         SHANTANU SANYAL

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BEYOND THE TIME - -

a sensation, which stirs the quiescent emotion, 

do not play that fraudulent bets, just say 

me effortlessly, what's hidden in

your heart, without any 

pseudo mask !

in your 

view love; anything can happen, experimental

or  sempiternal, but for me it's question 

of life and death, in your eyes,

reflects some luminous

dream, I'm afraid, 

maybe it 

mislead the path, however in this juncture life 

has no more option, in love everything 

is fair, so we also swept away 

in the source, let the 

destination

would 

decide our entitlement, that how much is - - -

existed the sanctity - -

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by Beverley Hui

THE MISTY TRAIL - -

Many ardent spirits, from that misty turning

point, goes on the way to unknown

end, how many reached to

the destination of

eternal love,

saying

is difficult !  however rhythm of heart never

worn-out, it plays melody of body and

soul, creates new meaning of

love, the tempest of

time couldn't

affect!

your deep weakness for me, says that there’s

endless desire beyond the somatic bliss,

indeed the fleeting attachment

isn't vital factor in life, the

silent emotion wants

never-ending

pleasure,

a bond

of long-lasting whom season couldn't change an

entrance from nerves to the depth of

conscience, which carries the

soul toward the totality !

an undefined

beauty,

which could be experience only in the true love,
* * 

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

art by Thomas Moran

INVISIBLE TOUCH - -

the mazarine darkness allures again !

do not look me with mysterious 

desire, let the passion 

reach to the 

mature

point, 

still the tuberose stalk is delicate, it's 

so early to bear the bunch of 

buds, in your hydrous

retina some 

dreams 

are

floating as rudderless sailor, there's

no any clue of anchor pillar !

this aimless loafing 

somewhere 

maybe 

bring you in the deserted strand, so 

do not keep the heart beneath

the unseen hanging 

saber tip in 

dewy 

deception, it's not so easy to get the

premature fragrance - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL    

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by Tuberose - Aparna Deshpande

THE DREAMER - -

even as, everything is ephemeral, eyes

never stops seeing the world of -

mind's eye !  that’s sign of

continued existence,

it’s known that

in the

cycle of time every scene passes with –

rapid way, however some halt

chases all over ages,

perhaps, your

affection

has

a quality of immortal touch, do not wish

to leave the soul, in that mirror

appears the image of ages 

epochs, the love

undefined !

and

that obstinate perception brings back - -

me near you, in search of rare

elixir - - which is hidden

somewhere in

your eyes !

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL

art by Carol Smith

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BEFORE SCATTERING - -

your delicate inclination towards me, do 

not permit to go away, a strange 

phobia remains always

somewhere in the

heart, that -

this

beautiful dream maybe break before -

the maturity, let me to remain 

a little more in  moonlit 

syncope, still 

the edge

is 

far away, in your infinite love, I've been 

lost the whole universe, let me to 

dwell a nest in the depth of 

your eyes before 

scattering !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

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THE OUTDATED CALCULATION - -

Anonymous, a strange fascination allures 

the body and mind, the consciousness

goes in dwindling way along the

edge of perilous valley !

in the depth of -

your love

resides some beautiful faces, it’s hard to

discover the authentic fragrance,

often life returns with empty

hands, in your consent

exists the crisscross

of emotion !

solving

the riddle, becomes the game of fire - - -

anyway, life doesn't care all the

taboo, in this moment, it

desires to feel you,

inner the soul,

with full

solidity, with complete passion, often life

walks on the jagged path of blazing

affection, unknown by all the

consequences towards

the eccentric point,

in a slapdash

fashion !

and that’s the fun of survival with a idiocy

attitude, where all the calculation

just becomes outdated - -

-          SHANTANU SANYAL

art by BEHROZ BHADURI 

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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 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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 

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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/

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