ALIKE OF FIRST RAY - -

I'm not you destination, I'm not your 
votive of ages, knowing all that, 
nevertheless, the heart 
waits for you, that 
cognition has 
 its own -
aroma,
in the grove of morning glory vines,
alike first ray of sun, my love 
somewhere touching 
to your feelings,
you're aware 
or not,
I do not know, but whenever you're
looking to me, a streak of bliss
often I've looked in your 
hydrous lips, a drop 
of life many 
time 
I've seen your miraculous eyes - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL   

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art - Rose Marie Condon

THE MYSTERIOUS TUNE - -

till the last o'clock of night, rhythm 
of your eyelids played with 
my breath, till the 
complete 
scatter of night bloom's inebriate 
fragrance, my passionate 
pulsation was under
your finger tip,  
as the 
mysterious strings, you've played  
with my innocent emotion, as 
you wish, sometimes 
played with mind
sometimes 
with 
body, all options you've snatched -
beautifully ! tho' on those 
moment, I wanted 
myself for 
mislay 
everything, till the last fall of night -
flower, logged in dew, you've  
played with the smell 
corpus, till the 
last layer 
of darkness, you didn't leave my 
existence from your deadly 
embrace, and that one
made me more
impulsive,
more 
turmoil wave of high tide, lunatic -

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
mysterious melody

WHERE'S THAT POINT - -

where’s that replete point in the
life, every person moves in
search of extra elation,
even knowing that
nothing will
remain
eternal, even so, feeling of heart
chases the elusive shadow, in
impatient way, maybe amid
the mirage and dream
have a shared
treaty,
one breaks itself after opening the
eyes, another flees amazingly,
in the seclusion of infertile
land leaving gloom
vicinity in the
body and
mind, 
on those melancholy moments - -
mind searches the lost, true
love’s fragrance, a refuge
for getting brief  relief,
the query remains
in shrouded of
mist, is it
possible to get back the real love - -
or is it existed, I do not know,
or it’s just a compassion
to bleeding emotion,
or a matter of
self -
deception, whatever, but a person –
finds out the way of survival !

-          SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Ziel Shorecliff Painting

THE LANGUAGE OF SILENCE - -

let be prevail bottomless silence,
tonight, wordless realization
should be existed amid
us, just sense the
the lingua -
franca
of pulsation, in this moment of - -
hush-hush closeness, do not
think about the winding
path of ethics, in
this instant,
life wants
the absolute release from the grip
of worldly terror, hang about in
way to the soul, that even
approaching tempest
will change its
direction !
tonight
has the votive beauty of decades’ –
veneration, let me to lost into
the stream of your love,
as a wild subversive
stream falls into
the chest of
river
without any exhibition, invisibly - - -
with fanatical way - -

-          SHANTANU SANYAL


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passionate emotion

NEVER ENDING INTENSITY - -

whenever the loneliness crosses

the border line, a fear makes

the nest, unknowingly in

the sub conscious,

and mind

thinks

that somewhere a strange force –

stealing you, from my persona,

indulging attitude do not

want share, emotion

swiftly follows

the pseudo

path,

that’s a strange condition of body

and mind, even you exist in

the remote, realization

brings you near to

the chest, this

abduction -

art has

its own glamour, creates affection

more denser, more mystifying,

the love travels from reality

of earth to the beauty

of space, a flow

of passion

from

our body and soul meets in the - -

cipher, keeps the fascination

evergreen, the life wants

to comprise you in

the deepness of

conscience

with

never-ending intensity, in undefined

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

Mysterious Passion by David Lee

THE ETERNAL IGNITION - -

last night, I couldn't sleep a while, -
an unquenched thirst brought
away my soul from your
proximity,  I’m not so
sure, how that’s
happened
slowly
in your encircled arms the body was
left over as insensible fleshy mass,
alike something wooden string-
puppet just it performed in
the movement of
fingers on the
tune of
your passionate breath, however - -
the vast vacuity remained as
usual amid us, although
the somatic bliss
crossed all
ethics !
but
why soul didn't get back the eternal
contentment, that question often
stirs my conscience, what’s
lacking between us, that
you couldn't win yet
the soul, or maybe
somewhere in
our love
there’s
needed more transparency, more –
generosity or wild attachment,
it’s really hard to say, but
a new beginning is
required to get
the replete
love - -
I think, we cannot reached until now
In the point of absolute ignition,

-    SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
 paintings by Joe Cartwright

UNDEFINED PERCEPTION - -

gathering of stars slowly toward sparsity,
somewhat celestial awning is now
looking a little faded, so what,
that's not the final stop, 
beyond the space
it's heard -
there's
a another planet too, undiscovered that
blooming valley certainly allures a 
lot, do not quit so earlier, the 
chord of expectancy, 
still in my breath
your love, 
says 
life is so beautiful, tho' there's no lack -
of dilapidated paths, let them 
to throw the mysterious 
loop, I'm sure, in 
your love 
the life 
can create some new colorful undefined 
dimensions - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by Patricia Sadler

NO ONE SHOULD KNOW - -

touch me unintentionally in a way that,
there shouldn't be even a rustle 
of falling leaf, feel me in 
a way in the depth
of inner, that
even, the 
aroma of flower be overshadowed - - 
hubbub of the city, flying bridges,
the high-speed life, beyond 
all horse trading, out 
of vying to topple 
each other
just - - 
love me in a way that even mild wind 
shouldn't know, secret spoor of 
our sudden disappearance, 
tonight, heart desires 
to move with 
the 
maverick waves of passionate love !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 



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 Painting by Candy Yu

IN THE FLOW OF BLUE - -

sapphire darkness, drop drop dripping 
the mysterious light from your 
eyes, moonlit rose and 
spreading news 
of your 
presence, a silent agreement amid the
wild fragrance and playful fireflies,
you're entering gradually - -
from blooming vale
to my restless
breath !
every direction has echo of unseen - - 
dream, in this overwhelmed 
moment, do not be in 
gloomy mood,
do not 
think, what's left over, in the previous -
twist, in the frame of life many 
times, many things never 
get the proper space,
but that's not 
the end 
of aspire, we must live in a way, that - -
everything will get its space 
itself in the heart - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
roses beauty

FROM MID STREAM - -

drowsy eyes, intoxicating moment,- - -
unseen stroke to body and soul,
don’t know where, sense is
about to fly, proximity 
on the way to full
fascination,
do not
look me with talismanic glimpse, just -
uphold the passion from spill out,
still the last o clock doesn't
immerse in the scent of
feral bloom, you do
not know yet,
perfectly !
the game of blazing !somewhere you’ll
get the deep injury, this fiery chess –
board has the stirring rules, no
on knows the end point,
do not try to imagine
from mid stream,
the character
of shore
is complicated, just try to sail the boat –
on natural way, waves of affection
needs little persistence - -
-          SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Moon-Flower-Abstract by d. misllap