THE INNER SHRINE - -

In my delicate feelings, you're
existed, like the lotus
bud of shuddering
morning of
winter,
waiting for my amour proposal
in the mist, hiding the
mystic aroma of
infinite love,
in my
subconscious your nonpareil -
beauty is ruling in the
monolithic way !
my persona
wants to
mingle into the soft ray of the sun
in this way, it can touch
the inner shrine of your
heart with complete
devotion - -
* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL.

THE END OF NIGHT - -

Perhaps, at the end of this night, -
you can get the touching
world of lost paradise,
in this last o'
clock,
do not make the unseen distance
between body and soul, it's
not necessary that every
thing will be as
desired,
cent percent perfection is not the
realism, incompleteness is
the beauty of life, there
wasn't a lack of
attempts,
it's a different matter that several - -
times I've faced failures, that
the point where I stood alone,
many times you have
invisibly stretched
hands with
love - -

* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL
 
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winter night painting from Becky T Designs

THE CONNOISSEUR'S EYE - -

Stretched over as a winter sky, what's

that fascination, that persona 

doesn't find out the 

actual ground, 

floats in 

the inanity from one horizon to others,

it's fleeting attachment or the 

promise unending,

often thinks

the life, 

your love brings me on the peak of 

labyrinth, the earthly world is

losing far behind, a 

strange planet

or the 

illuminating truth is vis - a - vis, life 

is standing in front of a 

connoisseur's

eye, no 

way to hide the purity of conscience,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

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AFTER LIFE - -

Tonight, do not forget the flaming -
pledge, to walk naked leg 
on the edge of the sword, 
tonight, we've to 
go far away 
in the 
search of complete solubility of --
body and soul, tonight, do 
not ask for external 
bliss, tonight 
we've to 
decide the meeting point after - --
life, tonight has the most 
auspicious dankness,
do not be afraid 
with sweet 
ignition, this path goes toward - - 
the infinity, tonight, two 
bodies will be one 
in the flame of
eternal 
passion, tonight is the night of - - 
judgement for our love.

* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


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ONCE AGAIN - -

Then, let's have some new dreams,
perhaps tonight is the night of
votive, don't ask the
reason of
obsession, the longing of eyes - -
should get some relief,
should get a life
to the
cumbersome breath, the life is too
short, let's make some new
fantasies come true,
beginning of a
new journey,
some
awaited beautiful destinations are
eager on the bank of emotive
galaxy! Some implicit
feelings want to
scatter the
inner
beauty, tonight has its own unique
adorable glamour, beneath
your shadow of eyes,
* *
— SHANTANU SANYAL
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THE FIERY EMOTION - -

Perhaps you couldn't feel the pain of hydrous 
eyes trampled the emotion, but it
wasn't the masculinity, for 
the suppression of 
vandalism,
there's
a hidden eternal blaze always, in the - -
the womb of the future exists the 
latent upheaval, when 
tolerance limit 
crossed 
by the
protagonists, nobody can stop to enliven
the revolution - - 

— SHANTANU SANYAL  
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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 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

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/