THE MISSING PATH - -

 that was a love or something else
as a newly built luxury apartment
swinging stairway, beds of
flowers peeking out
from windows,
in swaying
curtain
appeared the game of sun and -
shade, everything was there
but it wasn't ventilated,
a strange stuffiness
was existed
among
the four walls, tho' from pinnacle -
the city looks so beautiful but
something wasn't amid
us, and that missing
link didn't let
me to
sleep a moment, although clouds
touched several times to the
dreamy atrium but real
rain always missed
the path of
melt !

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
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window-with-flowers-antonietta-varallo

SOME HALTED MOMENT - -

that rudeness wasn't new, many
times in life, it happens, we
haven't control on the
time, it plays on
the fingers
of
destiny, several times we keep
the glass vase on the safe
place, a little flick, but
breaks the dreamy
blossom, the
life has
its
own compulsion, some stories
never be expressed, it
remained beneath
the chest. just
shrouded
by the
mist,
some mystique language exists
in the depth of eyes as the
unresolved scripts of
bygone era !
toward the
extinct.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
blue bird acrylic painting on wood mantel craft berrybush

TOXIN - FREE - -

where I'm tired, I'm ready to face
another deception of life,
in your quiver, how
many arrows
are left,
I do not know, but I've been toxin
free since a long time, the
chest became numb,
the eyes are the
arid land of
equator,
you know, when pain reaches to
extreme point, it becomes
itself a remedy, the
barren blooms
know how
to smile in the thorny grove, do -
not under estimate anybody,
nobody knows, the
inscription of
forehead,
all days are not equal, perhaps - -
some beautiful moments
are waiting in the
backstage,
the
show of life is still continued, just
patience is required - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
art by Johanna Bohoy

IN A GLANCE - -

just look a glance, somewhere
around you, inhabited the
world of pleasure, in
the lap of nature,
whom, you're
searching
since
a prolong time, alas ! that was
hidden in you conscience,
often it happens, the
the scene of
remote
looks
so attractive, but reality reveals
just different, sometimes
we do not care the
affection of
someone
and
sometimes, we've to search - -
the same person whom
we've rejected, that's
the unsolved
riddles
of
life, tho' makes us upset these
emotions, but the tour never
stops, whether someone
walks together or
not, the life
has its
own
commitment, moves as usual.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
scattered emotion

AFTER THE TORRENTIAL RAIN - -

at last, that reeky rain also left
the environs, as usual,
then invoked the
combustion
of loneliness, maybe in your -
window, still clouds are
touching the glass
surface, in
your
restless breath, perhaps, few
droplet of fragrant love is
existed, do you still
thinking for me,
or the
realization became wet floral
vase ! I know very well,
you're so bashful,
as the closed
petals of
rose,
just keeping hidden aroma in
the heart, frightened by the
soft rays of the sun,
but the natural
emotion
are
the by birth unclouded, it's so
hard to keep them under
the fog - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL



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art by nancy franke 1

INVISIBLE STING - -

you do not know the depth of my
love, just simply assumed it,
touched on the paused
surface, played
with flying
smoke,
still
you do not know the fun of nyxis,
in your limited vision existed
the somatic pleasure,
my realization
has no
boundary, it goes beyond all the
definition, even the extinction
it does not stop to get
rebirth in your
heart,
I'm the maverick fragrance, I've
not permanent shelter,
nevertheless,  I'm
always in your
inner
world, you feel it or not, but it's -
true - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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flower lillies

THE ALIVE THIRST - -

 do not try to touch me, just keep
the alive thirst in your eyes,
in the depth of vision is
found the authentic
beauty, just
keep
the purity in your heart, do not - -
try to cage me in your
delicate emotion,
releasing
time
becomes so painful, just love me
as the raw threads, which
can break easily, do
not try to make
the love so
mazy !
real beauty is always existed in
the depth of simplicity - -

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

THE MATTER OF DESTINY - -

nothing special to say, life -
is moving on its own
pace, that's
same,
breakage and weir's game,
some mellow pain in
the chest, some
eyes' sore,
or the
excuse to hide the emotion,
whatever, amid the two
points of joy and
sorrow, the
life
goes in its way, your love - -
is precious ring, even
lost of gem, it
reflects
with
eternal glow, you believe it
or not, it's true that the
true love never
dies, it
often
revives with new color and -
appearance, a delicate
but trustworthy bridge
is existed amid
us, and
that's
the ray of hope, which often
creates the meaning
of survival, the
peace of
mind
inhabited not on the bed of
roses, it searches
continuously
to love
unconditional, that's matter -
of destiny, that how
many reached
to the goal.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by zacartisty

ABSTRUSE LANGUAGE - -

anything can happen, that's
abstruse language of
eyes, life exists
on the tip of
sword,
the profundity is so much - -
that it's not easy to get
the essence, in
some
moment, more proximity is
needed in love, tho' it's
so hard, to read
the sound of
heartbeat,
just - -
touching the edge of silent
river, which flows toward
the path of estuary,
unpredicted,
and
unbounded, carrying the - -
paused storm in the
depth of chest,
undefined
that
mysterious flow has many
faces, curse or boon !
remains in the
hands of
fate,
nobody has control on the
games of destiny, it's
eternal flow, nobody
has authority to
buoy it - -

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

IMMORTAL HOPE - -

I've broken several times, shattered
too badly, but not over, do not
know what's that spur
mysterious, which
every time
rescues
me
before sinking into the world of dust,
every morning, rain clouds on
routine way, emerged
in the north east
sky, tho' very
rare it
touched the earth surface, however -
the life never became the land
of acacia, aspire to get
wet never died, and
that's reason
in extreme
pain
too, life smiles with floral inspiration.

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