THE END OF NIGHT - -

That's a dream or reality, do not
know my heart, but that
fascination brings
the persona
towards
the
amazing world of the mystic vale!
in the rising fog of sapphire
darkness, your love is
emerging, slowly
alike the old
wine's
intoxication, gradually, you're -
dominating my persona
with some amazing
conjuration or
the life
is proceeding toward the scent
of mysterious illusion, or
it's the presentation
of moth's end,
whatever
would
be the epilogue of this night, let
it is, at this moment except
your eyes I'm unable to
see any other thing.

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE BEAUTY OF LIFE - -

From that diverticula again the

dream rises where the sun

was sunk, the mysterious

night and the hoop

of dreams, quite

so fills the

new

possibilities in life, midnight

and the fragmented

fragrance of

jasmine

invite

the hangover! somewhere the

inner beauty gradually,

outbreaks the

sleeping

emotions, and the persona - - -

becomes subjugated by

someone who is

existed in the

depth of

heart.

* *

- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE LOST GLARE - -

Quite silent is the ocean today, waves
have breathed last, or snipped  
of shore has no more
interest, that's
happened
often,
very few fortunate moments make - -
the subtle designs on the sand,
I do not know, where's the
lost tidal emotion,
which stirred
the inner,
a face that searched the meaning of
life, on the crucifer, remained
some nail stains, drops of
blood has washed
away by the
evening
rain, again soul waits to see the fake
sympathy of midnight glare, life
has to compromise again
again, the world of
survival never
ends - -
* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

IF WE WILL MEET AGAIN - - -

Deception, fraud or artifice, whatever was 

implicit in your heart or mind, I didn't

analyse, loved in the devotional

way to you as pure golden

ray passes through 

the thorn to 

bloom 

to 

create a new sensation, scattering the scent,

physical sanctity hasn't meant, if 

inner waves forget the feeling

of movement, numbness

of emotion is parlous!

after looking to 

somebody's

pain, if 

the heart doesn't influence the consciousness, it

meant, somewhere disorder of persona

is existed, but a person doesn't 

realize it, this is nothing than 

self-deception, as I 

loved you so 

I have no 

option,

several times in life we have to self -

combustion! victory and defeat are just

the chessmen of destiny, it's

life - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by - ARIEL FREEMAN  s creation WATERCOLOUR 

IT'S NATURAL - - -

At the end of the night, in this way sneer of destiny!

never did I think, when the collapse of 

dreams occurred, I was very 

lonely, scattered house of 

playing cards said the

it's life, my friend,

just take it, in 

easy way, 

you're

not the only one in the world the victim of 

incubus, millions of stars often lost 

the path goes to extinction 

in the dense darkling  

of silence, the 

high waves 

were 

instantaneous, their world was on the surface!

though they tried to touch the blues, 

here I'm optimistic, I love to see

the dream, never mind if it 

break again and again, 

the returning low 

tide explained

beautifully, 

though tonight I couldn't touch your lips but it's

not the end of seen, back again to love

you, it's a promise, the pieces of 

oysters, snails, conchs, the

aquatic weeds, the coral!

all the memories of 

some moments 

remained 

near 

your body, just decorate the outer planet, the 

inner has been submerged into my 

fragrance of eternal affection,

in your breath my soul is

lost, willingly or in

unwanted way 

you haven't

the option to go away it's natural dear coast!

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

    

ON THAT VIRTUAL POINT

That path goes to an incognizant destination,

looks in the distance, as echoes lost

its returning back passage,

on that virtual point my

love for you waits

since the day

of creation,

on that

pale

dry leaves of autumn, the condensed

breath rest waits constantly for a

touch of life, the crystalline

emotion aspires for

melting the inner

dream of

past,

on the twigs of flamboyant blooming

trees, the springer of sentiments

peek to the unclouded sky,

talks in subtle dialect

with nectareous

breeze, my

heart

somewhere in the sky path waits for

you, in an infinitude way, the soul

scatters the shimmering

the glow of immortal love,

undoubtedly for

you and only

for you,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Abstract-Art-Leaf

INFINITE IGNITION - -

Do not know, in which turn, we'll
meet again, till then do not
extinguish the ember
of emotion, it's
true nobody
remains
nearby
throughout the ages, however - -
some bonds are beyond
the imagination, even
exists after the
nihility of
the
universe, and that unseen ray of
expectation never allows me
to fall from the blooming
branches of life,
tho' I haven't
control on
the
mood of autumn, however, the - 
beauty of life contained in
the eyes - -

* *
- SHANTANU SANYAL

LEFTOVER ALONE STICK

Tender rays of morning, searching
something on the veranda,
where gone the person
carrying newspaper
in hands talking
with terrace
garden,
sitting on the boundary wall, doves
are curious to know about the
graybeard, giving every
day pieces of grain,
with affectionate
eyes, calling
them
with sweetly, they flew from one corner
to others, didn't get a glance of
life, a walking stick is left
over near the easy
chair, but those
wrinkled
hands
have not existed, may be extinct into the
mist of early morning, depressed
sunlight waited for sometimes,
gradually gave up the search,
doves are mourning or
singing the love
songs, it's
difficult
to say, but they didn't come back again,
daisies have dried, the shadow of
stick now became longer,
night has knocked
the door with
moonlight,

--- SHANTANU SANYAL

THE UNSEEN RIVER VALLEYS

The clown's soul adopted the life

no one has seen the wet eyes,

I waited for a glimpse of 

a smile in the 

torrential 

rainy 

nights, performing the art of love 

to everyone missed many times

to laugh for a while, the 

magic of claps pulled 

me frequently, I had

forgotten the 

value of 

persona, in the path of wilderness, 

I sing the song to avoid the 

nightmare, on the bridge 

of emotion, walked

alone many 

times, to 

touch 

the

evening blues, I dipped my fingers

into the stable river flow, 

dreams emerge with 

novel way, removed

the residue 

continually 

to see the

accurate 

reflection of life, I found the self 

hollowness has the slightest 

pain, the bubbles of 

happiness are

so brief

it 

dissolves very fast but during the

survival distributes a lot of 

rainbows, breathings 

want to become, 

in these

moments, the unseen river valleys,

set sail on the waves of 

sentiments, life 

wants to stay 

in the ring 

of the 

show

dreams swing from one end to the 

other!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

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SOMEWHERE ON A STRANGE PATH - -

Resurfaced backwoods smell, out of 

mirror, your reflection now in 

a search for easy prey, 

softly you're

in mood

of 

passionate killing, again my persona 

is effervescent, desire is now 

dense darkness, longing 

to swallow everything,

strange moment

of ignition,

don't

know the distance between the flame

to ash, that's your obstinacy or

my desire to disappear,

whatever, it's too 

late for 

withdrawal, an endless journey toward

the unknown destination, without 

wrapper, on the horizon 

appearing some 

golden ray or 

you've 

altered my life into metallic fluid, hard 

to say - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
perfume of night-flowers- artist Catalina-lira