again life wants to wingless
flight, a nomadic aroma
or your maverick
desire filling
the heart,
emotion becoming loony in
this moment, do not
calculate the
math of
life !
whatever will happen next,
will be seen, dement
mood doesn't
care about
the -
consequences, be cool in
this disorderly moment,
the life is so short,
do not tie the
knot so
tight,
that would take a century -
to open it, just breath
with unclouded
way, still
night
has lot of hidden beauty to
share, do not go away
from my restless
pulsation,
still
nocturnal flowers haven't
bloomed !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
dreamy blue
maybe, you've thought, I've been
finished, but that's not correct,
impact of storm remains
for sometime, the
injured shore
recovers
from
unexpected erosion with passing
time, nature fills all wounds
silently, your disregard
couldn't break
the inner
perseverance, rather it forced me
for rejuvenation, the injured
emotion got back the
ancient beauty,
you believe
it or not,
but it's true, that after stumbling, a
person becomes more
cautious, keeps
every step
carefully,
the
life searches again new horizons
with innovative definition - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
art by Karla Nolan
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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in your vision, emerging some
unknown ebullience, in my
heart beat, appearing
some spillover
passion !
in both
side smoldering the ember of
indulgence, too much
prevented, too
much
increased the burning thirst, do
not know, where it'll reach,
already it has been
crossed all the
man made
limit,
the mellow combustion does -
not care the guard of era,
glimpse of a strange
revolution is
visible
in your eyes, life is just going
to change - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Darren-BAKER
do not try to touch the agony -
of my soul, your gentle
fingers will burn,
do not peek
into my
depth of eye, once immersed
then, you'll not emerge
again, in this path,
except the
thorn
nothing is germinated, do not
try to walk with me, bled
night hasn't any
pleasant
dawn,
just go back, never mind, the
secret will be buried
under my chest,
that, ever
you
loved me, some feelings are
so pertaining to the soul,
until the last breath
it remains
silent,
let me to complete the rest - -
barren path of life, but
do not think that
I'll finish, just
believe
me,
one day I'll bloom sure, from
here may day begins
with countless
prospects.
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by marina petro
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every look needs the upper beauty,
inner beauty of heart, remains
neglected in the rain -
shadow, the
clouds
of emotion inhabited, somewhere -
in the corner of sky, body
and soul, as usual
burnt entire
night,
nobody cares the pain of the sere -
bloom, that's the harsh reality
of life, nobody has time,
in this world of
speed,
to look back, every moment masks
are changed, do not wait for
authentic expression,
it's so difficult,
to know the
real face,
doesn't have a choice to life, just a
sequence of compromise,
nothing except a
false smile
maybe
familiar or alien, all faces existed in
the dense fog, looking with
the horse laugh !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
dancing tulip
in each blob was life, which
dropped from the eye,
in each sigh had
the longing,
for a
beautiful life, every lips had
the thirst to get the rare
elixir ! in each heart
beat existed
million
desires, it's another matter
that, how many lips
have reached
to the
transparent strange chalice,
those dreams were
made of glass,
those soft
kisses
had own glamour, do not -
ask, how much they
were melted in
my chest,
or just
returned to their origin alike
the unknown, painful
resonance ! the
persona, as
usual
broken in multiple pieces !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
white azalea - Laura Coombs Hills. Pastel Painting
midnight bloom or the thirsty soul,
my love moves wingless in
the sky path, dripping
drop - drop the
dew or
the
wet eyes are spilling silently, you
cannot understand, just
looked toward the
unclouded
sky !
that splendor beauty of cipher - -
blue made you aimless,
that's happened
many times,
even
involved into the depth of chest, -
you didn't get the bottom,
just you touched the
flying passionate
fragrance,
the
inner corpus remained as usual
untouched, undiscovered,
your need was only
confined up to
smoldering
lips - -
you failed to win my spirit, once -
again - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
midnight bloom 1
