Monday, 12 August 2013

UNDEFINED VAGRANCY - -

not favorable destiny all the time, sometimes 
you're so clement, wants to kiss me in -
solitary, but time doesn't wait,
before your arrival on 
the wilderness 
the spring
invites 
unwanted visitors, again desire remains in - 
your heart, and that thirst keeps me 
alive in the blazed silvan, the
life hasn't confined -
commitment,
up to -
you doesn't end, all the possibilities, uncalled
rain sometimes electrifies the lost 
desert, let me to release -
sometimes, out of 
your breath, 
the -
maverick attitude fills glamour in the life too !
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
watercolor-flower-paintings-by-marney-ward

THE VISITOR RAIN AND - -

it's heard, in the remote rained overnight, 
but, inner wilderness remained 
unaffected, every sound
startled the emotion,
neither dream 
was so
clement nor the clouds were melted, just
silent erosion of heart was continued,
perhaps, the flow of waiting 
overflowed, in your 
reflection of 
love !
do not know what's concealed, I've been 
lost all edges of rampart, now life
moves towards unknown 
down stream, in the 
natural flow, 
do not 
know, where's existed the confluence - -
point ?
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
PAINTING BY SAMIRAN SARKAR - - KOLKATA - - INDIA

Sunday, 11 August 2013

THE VOLUNTARY COMBUSTION - -

I'm helpless before your insistence, 
repeatedly, I said you, do not 
come so nearer, do not 
love me, in this way,
self desolating !
but you 
didn't listen, incessantly, I reminded,
do not play with igneous circle,
one day except the ash 
nothing will be in 
your hands,
still -
you do not want to return, anyway - - 
no doubt, I love your boldness,
the spirit of voluntary -
combustion !
and that 
obstinacy forces me, to love you in - 
beyond imagination, where 
all perception, example
becomes fade,
hence 
persona desires to accept the life of
moth, maybe short, but in your 
love it looks more longer
than an immortal 
soul - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
autumn

THE INNER BEAUTY - -

inner beauty never faded, outer seasons
change their appearance, between 
pain and pleasure, a line of 
expectation always 
existed, just 
life - 
moves towards the inadvertently sealine,
in your smile inhabited the world 
of new definitions, only 
the self detection 
is needed,
the -
calculation of achieve and lose has its 
own perception, in the end of day
only one thing was the true
reflection that, I loved 
the world with 
fidelity, 
and no doubt your unconditional love - -
inspired me a lot - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Paintings By Marney Ward

THE INTER MIGRATION - -

feel me closely, in your breath, in throb,-
in your disruption, in fretum, I'm -
existed within your persona, 
without wrapper or 
folded with the
modesty,
like the rustle of moonlit leaves, feel me
in your half asleep consciousness,
in covert stream which flows 
leisurely beneath your 
fueled chest, just 
somewhere
in the -
corner of eyes, I'm weaving few graceful 
dream, feel me in your soul and 
mind, shadow of love now
gradually spreading 
on your body,
slowly 
you're leaving the earth, going towards - -
my heart - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Midnight Blue by Wistmans Wood

Saturday, 10 August 2013

HOOD MAN - BLIND - -

let's play again, the game of infancy,
on the threshold I'll be, closed 
eyes, you've to hide 
behind the 
door, 
in that surprised embrace, there - - 
shouldn't be any passionate 
artifice, just decades 
back innocence,
unclouded 
sky !
just try to get my ingenuity, in your - - 
heart, do not think more than 
that, an affinity undefined,
which will fill the 
tears in my 
eyes,
just weep falsely, keeping palm on - -
impish eyes, maybe dramatized
love me again, with same 
guileless, a puerility
more matured
than life,
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Bev well s art  blooming window

THE WET REALIZATION - -

somnolent eyes, dank cimmerian and 
familiar knock at the door, again 
somebody silently desires 
to touch the ripple -
less feeling,
you -
know, often I avoided to think for you,
and frequently, buried step, you've
entered in my life, that -
intrusion has a 
different
occupancy, hard to explain in the web
of words, just a matter of feeling,
your arrival, creates an 
uneasiness and 
your return,
leaves
the vast emptiness, do not know, why 
this happened, somewhere,
the soft smolder fire is 
your affection,
out of 
definition, infinite backwoods's fire - -
or something else, I do not 
know - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by -EVAGENY LUSHPIN

THE GRACE OF ENDLESS NIGHT - -

in the last last o'clock of night, when fallen 
the nocturnal flowers, on those shaky
moment, I've seen in your eyes
the fragrant life, some 
half bloom dream,
some latent
poetry,
on those velvety darkness, you've touched
my inner emotion, in that coyly face 
I've found an unprecedented 
spree of life ! the grace
of endless night -
was transient,
but I've 
been lived a long life in your love, indeed - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting-by-Chitra-Vaidya

Friday, 9 August 2013

THE ETERNAL IMPACT - -

that dream which spills from your eyes,
submerges my persona without 
any trace, several times 
I met you, many 
times 
I forgot myself, just moved into the - - -
cipher - carousel, in your talks
never ends the glamour
of life, every time
the breath 
gets 
new dimension of fragrant sentiments ! 
and that's reason, the blues - dusk
becomes tuberose, in your 
emotion emerges 
always, the
beauty
of undefined perception, life finds out
the address of extinct ecstasy - -
where soul reaches to 
the extreme point
of veneration,
the love
turns to the impact of sandal wood - - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
artist - AMIT BHAR

THE CARAVAN OF LIGHT - -

a new beginning, again transactions -
of silent eyes, then a stir in life, 
an endless journey, from
same point where
dream was 
broken,
the darkness of regrets again in back
stage, no other option except to 
follow the caravan of light, 
again in front of an 
unexpected 
battle,
rustle bustle in the flyover bridge, the 
image of mirror says the life 
is beautiful, just forget
the heave of 
wrinkles,
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Leonid Afremov 1