UNDEFINED MOMENT - -

Love me through the kaleidoscopic
vision, do not tie in a way that
the knot can not be loose, the
suffocation will destroy
the proximity, just
keep little
margin,
night is not
so short, let me
to live beneath your
eyelashes, who knows
the caravan of dreams will stay
or not, life can still wait, for your
beautiful consent - -
— Shantanu Sanyal
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THE RAINY NIGHT

That bizarre path has no end, it moves
Through the fibrous net with multiple
Fold, numerous points have their own
Sovereign planet, a land of coral reefs,
The retinal gateway opens not frequently,
In a life, one or two times, emotional
Waves are very delicate, which makes the
Crisscross way as a fragrance of tuber
Rose, night fuses soul and body on the
Bushy chest of moonlit landscape, the
Extreme passion brings us to this point
To follow the path of the overall offering,
The midnight rain fills the valley with love,
Stranger but beautiful creeper freely
Moves explore the seductive origins,
The warmth of breath activates the lost
Link of ecstasy, viscous saliva boosts
Intensity, as lemon drops fall on the
Caustic soda, a giant froth, lifts and up,
Meanwhile, raindrops fall on the baked
Clay tiles create a mysterious but
Passionate sound, clayey, sweating smells
Merges the personas, champagne boils
Vigorously, flows consistently from the roof
To the climber of nocturnal bloom, rain
Sustained longer than the exchange of breath,
It’s still raining, we stretched the palm
To collect the pearl of gratification, on the
Sky Moon is trying to escape from the
Muscles of condensed nomadic clouds,
The roaring noise is slowly becoming weaker
And weaker, sleepy eyes need new dreams!
— SHANTANU SANYAL

THE SECRETS OF CHEST - -

Some secrets remain buried in

the chest, few emerging

droplets on the

delicate

tuberose stem wasn't the dew,

it's a different matter, those

memories have

became

amethyst crystal, in the cavity of

rock, the intimate moment

couldn't sustain 

longer later

emotion

fossilized in the lap of time, it's 

really not so simple to love

someone forever!

the nature

doesn't

compromise, blossom, and fade

are part of life, it's so 

difficult to avoid the 

autumn, the 

time

doesn't wait for anybody, the - - - 

sequence agreement 

amid dawn and 

evening are

infinite,

your waiting has maybe prolong 

stability, but the sun has its own 

accountability, it can't 

dodge to sinking,

in another 

part 

morning glory waiting for bloom!

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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THE MYSTIC GLOOM

Conspiracy of silence, brings me
frequently near the thorny,
arid obsession, even
though knowing
the effect of
venomous
bloom
the heart desires to touch the
aesthetic beauty, process
to reach the maturity
of love, often life
goes through
entwined
wilds,
the divination doesn't work, the
fringe throws the trap itself,
perception revolts, the
passion to get entire
control on aroma
of someone,
concise
the appeal turns into profound liking,
gradually the waves of affinity
decorates the corporal needs,
on that peculiar but realism
point, unexpected feeling
provokes to mind later
cyclonic proximity
creates the new
mysteries of
relation,
the night shrouds the mystic gloom!

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

THE LIFE - SIZED MIRROR - -

The definition of beauty exists in the 

inner depth of eyes, in that 

innermost soul lives 

the lively image

of your 

love, 

that's conscience or you can give -

any name, an invisible 

person verifies

each and 

every

moment of life, we accept it or not 

but the article of good and 

evil complete in this 

life only, nothing

is left over,

for 

rebirth, after a break of breath even 

we can't release from the 

chase of the curse, the 

salvation needs

continue 

self 

purification because nobody is the 

perfect man, all philosophies

are here meaningless, 

if we've no ability 

to identify

own 

image, in the life-sized mirror of -

self-consciousness - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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painting by Penny 

THE UNDERGROUND EMOTION - -

I knew, one day you'll forget; doesn't

anyone remember a lifetime; the

flow of affection is fickle, goes

towards the slope, makes

itself the space in the

heart, the past

slowly 

begins to fade, at last face, voice -

affinity, love, receptively 

becomes the unsung

Parnassus of lost 

poet of gloom, 

a memory 

of partial

transparency says, the little floating

the saga of past moments of 

life - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

art by Koen DemuynckOn

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THE MANUSCRIPT

The manuscript of Life's Extraction was
before me, shaping my own outline
could not turn out, clarity never grew to
visible, as the tiniest particle of wild
condensed on the surface of pages!
the reading to me, meditation failed
however several times I changed the
attires looked mirror from all directions,
the eternal beauty of heart lingered
aloof in isolation, I loved only the
the flesh-covered arena, the invisible
part of perception never explores the
eyes, the beauty of desire became slowly
the femme fatale! effect of mirage
brings me to unsolved destinations, its
true that consciousness of life emerge
too late, unfolding eyes are the sign
of the morning, an experience to touch the
the blooms of the heart are an exceptional thrill!
I corrected spellings, sentences, commas
revive the inner expression, accuracy
brought me, not only near to my heart,
the distrustful outlook on your face
changed too, you loved me with sincerity!
- SHANTANU SANYAL

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/