again some floating dreams
are searching a safe
haven, again
my eyes
are
little nervous, don't know why,
tonight looks some
more longer,
that's
your infiltration or compact - -
affinity, the emotion
becoming wet,
tho' there's
nothing
any
annexure among us, do not
bring me toward the
land of promise,
dreams are
dreams,
who
knows, when they will leave
eyes' inn - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
modern art
a knock full of incense, alike falling
drop by drop the dew, on the
layers of emotion, that
glamour which
can alter
the
inner gloom, heart desires often to
feel such beauty of divine,
that particular love,
which flows
from
the eyes of invisible soul, makes -
meaningful life, then the
entire world looks
so beautiful
and
eternal truth, indeed, the beatitude
of Eden existed in the depth
of dormant conscience,
unnecessarily
we search
the
path of emancipation in the crowd
of shrines, the inner cloister
remains as usual so
desolate !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by alisa wilcher
there should be incompleteness
in every thing, maybe the
quarter moon or
your love
with
uncertainty, half bloom jasmine - -
or your broken promise, an
unfinished goblet or
unaccomplished
line of poem,
there
should be a potential to complete,
perfection destroys the
real beauty, little
unorganized
moment
has
its own undefined glamour, don't
say to me, that your love is
overfull ! still life needs
some fragrant
breath,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Quarter Moon
there's a lot in the iridescent sky,
needs only to look into the
depth of conscience,
in the crowd
of desire,
it's difficult to seek the real bliss,
however, your love has the
miraculous shadow,
even in the
desert
it provides the unexpected relief,
indeed the real oasis existed
in the heart but flurried
mind searches
it; in the
world of mirage, and that swerve
creates unquenchable spirit,
where life becomes
cumbersome,
stuffy - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
color reflection.jpg
in the grandeur of tonight, the
heart wants to get lost,
the eruption of
inner
beauty of your love makes - -
every moment so poetic,
that I've forgotten
myself, the
persona
looks
alike the inhabitant of another
world, a bit of inebriation
is overshadowing
the body and
soul !
don't know where's the edge
and where's existed
the mid stream,
our steps
are
going toward the unknown - -
destination, what's next,
in this moment who
knows - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by Joseph Wright of Derby
some fragrant moment,
and the silence of
the night, some
flashing
eye
alphabets and the gusty
creation of poetry,
some breathing
interlocution
and
dream's invitation, some
untouched realization,
and trembling
lips,
the endless affinity and
compact touch some
wavy pulsation,
warmth
and
silence, an unbreakable
proximity, perhaps
what's more
needed
in the
life, if blessed tonight -
with unconditional
your love - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by kay smith
you're still sitting with pain of
autumn, the season has
its own compulsion,
nobody will
share
the inner depression, do not
detach yourself from
the stalk of
bliss,
still in your persona, existed
some beautiful buds
of emotion, just
explore the
soul,
the meaning of survival is - -
the most significant,
if, you can know
the art of
smile,
I've been stooped several - -
times, but didn't break,
the branch of
feeling
remained blooming, nobody
succeed to fade my
evergreen
emotion,
and that's reason, I've never
complained to the
destiny, let
him to
perform the natural duty, life
has learned a lot of
tolerance - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by Fábio Cembranelli
do not break into the minutiae,
relationships of hearts,
with the great
difficulty,
emotions conjoin to each other,
neither you're the super -
human, nor I'm the
extra ordinary
creature,
every breath needs inhalation -
every body has its own
limitation, do not try
to imprison
the soul,
unseen entity has wingless flight,
nobody can cage it, that
realization which
makes the
inner
world more beautiful, if possible
please look me, with that
pure crystal clear
reflection,
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Flower Soft Pastel
some feel awakened, pain -
forgotten, some latent
affinity, some
regrets
and broken flower pots - -
the storm is bound
to leave its
marks,
some turn winding, stranger
still some familiar faces,
the paper flowers
but the illusion
of reality,
some
waiting as twilight showers,
the stroll of dream on
the edge of eyes,
some drops
of dew,
or something else appears
often on the eyelids !
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
Bougainvillea-1
do not ask me about the last
o'clock of night, very
lonely was the
life, tho'
every thing was as usual in -
its place, dim light of
the moon, one
by one
the falling of nocturnal bloom,
gradually the fading of
galaxy, winding
up by the
world
of silvery sky, yes every thing
was scenic with natural
appeal, do not
know why,
nevertheless, remained a long
gloom after breaking
the dream - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by m. kisling
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