the effect of my inclination toward
your exility, gradually created
many narratives through
the fragrant wind of
pre - spring !
now
it's hard to hide all the blooming -
emotion, those all silent
conversations have
scattered the
tipsiness
in the
belvedere of body and soul, every
nook, corner now whispering
the saga of our love,
every moment
looks now
little
mystic, every breath appears as
strayed wild redolence - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
scattered shadow
http://lh6.ggpht.com/--
in some different glance, someone
looked me in the early dawn,
speechless, I observed
the blue valleys
awakening
from
the dreamland, containing wet - - - -
realization, studded with
saffron beds in the
entire body
and
soul, on those spellbound moments
I felt your odor in my depth
of conscience, in the
sensation of my
inner world,
I found
you're busy, nesting or filling the - -
colors on unseen dreams, I
do not know, what was
that semblance,
just life
looked as the tree of flamboyant - -
bloom, though recently the
autumn has passed,
still on the trails,
dry foliage
remembering the delicate bond - -
story of depressed pedicel,
still in wind some mystic
pain remained,
to say
something, which maybe you could
not say before leaving my
shivering finger !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
misty dawn
be careful, its gesture of peek -
nobody knows where is
the meeting point
of blues and
gray !
a mysterious ring of mist is - -
moving in cipher, neither
the shimmering sky
nor that's real
earth,
sheer, inkling of kaleidoscopic
scene, everything is moving
in its way creating the
clouds of color,
it's hard
to find, your so called claim - -
about loving me, maybe
they have been
lost in the
crowd
of colored transparent screens,
do not muffle again the
pseudo face, you
do not know
acting !
in your heart still remained the -
unquenchable thirst - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
art by b fox
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
do not ask the reason, why spring has
twisted the stance, everything in
life, where you could get,
on those emptiness
you've to search
the missing
link,
and that receipt point will show you - -
again the origin of happiness,
nobody waits for the
injured traveler,
some
pain remains incurable, but accepting-
defeat isn't the life, even in desert
flowers never leave blooming,
that spirit has its own
natural appeal,
among
the dense thorn they smiles with hope,-
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by doris joa 2
I know, the condition of your delicate
feelings, nevertheless, reality
of life performs the mute
role in its place,
soundlessly
every -
thing we've to accept with desolate -
eyes, no doubt, in your affinity
nothing is less, rather
more than the
desired,
but somewhere, we have to find, just
ourselves stranded ! on those
moments of compromise,
mirage becomes
more clear,
in such
times, we have no choice, remains
in hand, just a directionless drift,
toward the unseen point,
perpetual floating
do not know
where !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Original Hand-Painted Oil Painting
endless loneliness of midnight and -
your escapist attitude, some -
where, life remains
stunned, do
not
know, why someone wants to walk
on flamy path, while fears to
the world, this astray
way of life is a
squint-eyed
game,
do not play with dormant volcano -
nobody knows, which side
the melting rocks
will flow !
from this fiery passion, not so easy -
to emerge, an uncertainty
remains somewhere
forever !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
midnight beach art by nancy-nuce
unleashing, the blue sky remains in the
range of vision, but life can not
fly, some compulsion or
occult attachment,
never allows,
to live
in your way ! and again we've to go - -
through the labyrinth of treaty,
that's life, a lot you've to
sacrifice, but in
exchange
it's not
necessary, someone will get unhoped !
the graph of sun shade has its
own beauty, sometimes
you're on blooming
vale, sometimes
I'm searching
a drop
of rain in the extensive rain shadow's - -
region, looking you with deep
sigh !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
autumn-leaf-Thomas Gronowski
that wasn't so convoluted, but
extra desires made the
life wretched,
nobody
is complete in the world, some
loopholes remains always,
perfection’s definition
whatever be,
but it’s
never be happened according -
the dream, between the
sleep and awakening
the eyes
moved beyond the destination,-
it’s difficult to remember
in which turn, you
were stood
waiting for me, on that particular
subconscious juncture
you've loved or
betrayed,
hard to say, we think something
in life and often materialized
something differ, many
matters remain
unsolved,
sometimes, we've not control in
our decision, an invisible
mind works
behind
us, in consequence we collect - -
unhappiness, and from
there a new
beginning
takes place, self analysis starts - -
from that point, slowly soul
wants liberation from
all fascination,
life goes toward the serenity - - -
**
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
good morning
do not show me the dream of glass,
after breaking which leaves
the pieces of emotion,
just take me
toward
the face of reality, I know in your - -
eyes, emerging gradually
some untouched
realization,
some
colored wet cognition, but I'm afraid,
the beautiful affection shouldn't
turn into the form of bubbles,
do not come so close
that, be difficult
to go
away, let it be an unsolved enigma !
at least an invisible attachment,
should be existed amid
us, do not say in
your heart,
the
unlimited love is for only me, that's -
not true, life is more deep than
any ocean - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
fragrant evening
http://www.varbak.com/israelphoto/תמונות-של-ניצני-פרחים-של-תפוח-nb33651.jpg
out of the shadows, the heart feels
realization of life, not a bad,
at least I'm getting a
piece of light
from
your eyes, maybe night has its own
helplessness, darkness is a
reality of life, no doubt
somewhere it
hides
the potential of morning too, in the
graph of joy and sorrow, few
drops of your love
underlines
the
meaning of life, and that cognition
is the most precious asset,
which can re - weave
the broken web
of emotion,
the
life gets back again appetence for
survival with new enthusiasm.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by Thai artist Therdkiat Wangwatcharakul
