Saturday, 29 March 2014

THE SILENT PAIN - -

spring has its own time, nobody -
can stop the arrival, that's 
natural, that point 
became the 
turning 
point, where you've turned your -
face, everyone has rights 
on blooming flower,
actually, they
are the 
generous minds, do not know - - 
the diplomacy, just diffuse 
the fragrance, indeed
that's their real 
inherent 
attribute, don't know the trickery,
in your view, I don't know,
the actual definition 
of love, but in 
my outlook
it's the
most priceless feeling which - -
makes the life further more 
precious, beyond the 
dream beautiful,
tho' the thorn 
existed 
hidden, as usual with silent pain,
in mysterious way 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 



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art by kem

Thursday, 27 March 2014

TIME TAKES REVENGE - -

do not look back again, I've 
forgiven you, just look 
in your inner -
mirror !
one day, I'm sure, you'll get 
the answer, meaning
of love you still 
do not 
know, and that's reason you
remain in incomplete 
persona, your 
vision 
haven't still a sense of own 
realization, you just 
chased the 
false 
shadow of mirage, thrown
off the real love, I'm 
afraid you'll be 
forever 
under the invisible shadow
of curse, tho'  I've 
forgiven you, 
but time 
will not, everybody has to 
answer in this world,
direct or indirect,
whatever 
you've 
done, that's already - - - -
recorded !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
·Irmis-roses-watercolour-Keith Hornblower

Tuesday, 25 March 2014

BEYOND THE PROPHECY - -

whenever, the emotion turns into 
the backwoods flow, it's not 
so easy to control the 
deranged stream,
it moves 
with 
unbridled way towards the sea, -
do not calculate a person 
in your perception,
who knows, a 
diamond
maybe 
concealed under the coal heap, -
nobody knows, the real 
prediction, the lines
of palm isn't
the real
translation of persona, invisible -
lines are written on the 
forehead, when
it emerges 
with 
full vigor, all prophecies become
speechless - - 

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




Monday, 24 March 2014

ASCENDING EMOTION - -

life has learned a lot from the time,
the atrocities of world couldn't 
break the morale; by no 
means, the search 
of destination
never 
stopped, everyone has his own - - 
kaleidoscopic vision, what 
does it matter, that 
you have 
once 
underestimated me, the passion of
heart is in its place, that's the
indication of  tireless 
traveler, journey
of life still 
going
on, persona does not accept the - -
compromise, ascending sense 
does not want to look 
behind - - 

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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feelings 

Sunday, 23 March 2014

IN THE NORTHEAST SKY - -

let me breathe in the open winds -
from a decade, I'm caged 
inside myself, let me 
smile unleashing
since a 
long days, I've not seen the mirror, 
somewhere in your love is 
existed the real beauty 
of life, let me lost 
in your 
persona, someone has just knock-
the closed door of condensed 
emotion, or  weather is 
changing sides,
again in 
the northeast sky emerging dense-
clouds, likely to rain is visible,
in your eyes again, an 
unseen shadow 
of desire 
is reappearing with new definition,-

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
fragrant feeling

Saturday, 22 March 2014

THE MYSTICAL ODOR - -

some mystical odor are contained -
in your eyes, moonlight is gone 
forget the address, some 
passionate secrets
are hidden in 
your 
breath, life wanders in the sapphire -
darkness, an instability thicken 
in the persona, that's the
wild intoxication or
obsessive
love !
consciousness has gone off the land,
everything looks labyrinthine
in this moment, do not 
know, what's hidden
in the heart of 
tonight,

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL   

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Bev Wells

FRAGRANT FEELINGS - -

on those path, flowers will bloom 
again, deserted alleys will 
be again aromatic 
empire, do 
not 
leave the hope, the entire world is 
persisted on the expectation,
the sun and shade 
are the reality
of life, do 
not 
incline the neck, the spring would 
come back again, believe
me, still in your lips 
existing some 
unknown 
thirst,
you like it or not, but in your barren
eyes, there's is hidden desire,
to get the touch of blissful
realization, still life 
has potential 
smile - -

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Paintings by Nancy Medina

Wednesday, 19 March 2014

THE MATTER OF CHANCE - -

perhaps, your affection was 
aquarelle, very soon 
it flew away to 
evaporate,
indeed
there's nothing new in this, -
often it's happened,
raw color looks
more glossy,
but soon
the color leaves its identity,
do not know the depth
of your proclaimed
affinity, often 
which 
frequently appears before -
the vision, same face
becomes the 
illusion
in a wink, actually the known 
friends are found the 
real foe, 'cos
they know
the 
moving fish-eye, there's no -
lapse in their target, 
that's the matter 
of chance.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
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Tuesday, 18 March 2014

THE REPLETE SALVATION - -

on those arms persona gets 
back palingenesis, in
the depth of those 
dripping eyes 
existed 
the 
realism of life, evanescent is
every thing, even after 
knowing that, the
smoldering 
desire 
exist
in the depth of conscience - -
nobody in this world is 
the perfect human, 
somewhere 
remains
a bit
incompliance, that's reason -
in your wrinkled face,
life searches 
the divine 
drop,
for replete salvation from the
elusive world !

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art - By Ishrath Humairah

Monday, 17 March 2014

MISTY INEBRIATION - -

shadow of your slanting eyes,
often compelled to live, on
those soft moments,
heart becomes
helpless,
again
weaves the tempting dreams,
many times, you look
alike the floating
droplets of
mirage,
several times, life emerges -
from your deep eyes ! as
latent expression
searches the
words,
something is existed in your
face beyond imagination,
that, often I forget
the address
of my
persona, the emotion moves
alike the migrant butterfly,
forgets the broken
cancellous
wings !

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