Tuesday, 31 January 2012


THE TRANSPARENT VASE 

let's fly jib, clouds backed out, the edge 
smiling in the mist, across the 
valley again blooming the
hawthorn flowers, yes, I
know you're waiting
on the pier's 
stairway, 
the immortal love is emerging from the 
sound of holy conch, the evening
worship dissolving all the 
fidelity into your heart, 
the last ray of sun
searching the 
shelter on 
temple top, the twilight coming down
silently, in implicit way into the 
chest of overflowed river, 
I know, you're sitting 
with passive 
mood,
under the giant old banyan tree, the 
swinging roots feel the sinking 
breath, please go back to 
home, my soul in form
of wet moonlight 
knocking the 
door,
in your courtyard perhaps it's time to 
bloom the tuberose, the depth 
of night becoming denser,
dreams are searching
the beautiful eyes 
to stay as one 
night's 
guest, just keep all bunch of memory in 
the glass vase before
going to sleep - - -   

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
Waiting For The Promise - Original oil painting by Elspeth Young 

Monday, 30 January 2012


THE CRYSTALLINE LOVE 

the same craving of materialistic way, out it 
we wouldn't think a moment, come on 
tonight to create the somatic fire 
in a form of moon beam, 
the forgotten zoar of
spiny wilderness, 
waits decades !
heart wants 
to embosom, that neglected shrine of 
emotion, several faces of gloom 
are eager to touch the glow
of sui juris star of late 
night, let try to alter
the life into the 
raw gold,
extraction process of purification is 
eager to embrace the minerals,
who knows one day our 
persona, should be
converted from 
coal to 
adamant, crystalline love required only 
cutting art of divinity to sustain the 
infinite brilliance - - - - 

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

Sunday, 29 January 2012


THE RESONANT PERCEPTION 

toward the end of night, the call of sand - pipers 
near the wild lake, reminds the eye cap of 
obsessive moonlight, the herbivorous 
thirst, the predator's conspiracies, 
life has been learnt the arts  
of living in the aquarium !
for your kisses the 
lips were adust,
that's not the
truth, my 
thirst was converted in uncontrolled forest fire!
though in invisible eyes existed the elixir's 
aquarius, nomadic desires 
wandered whole the 
life, unquenchable
spirit didn't
sleep 
a moment, endless chasing to the elusive world,  
I didn't get time to think for me, in your 
veneration or love, I don't know,
persona twisted as a silky
rope, unsolved those 
entanglement 
often 
challenged to survive, to discover the new zenith!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
contemporary figurative paintings, by Richard Baxter


THE AUTUMN WIND

dripping sound nobody listened
last night dew had drenched
the dried meadow of life,
the sky inclined with
beautiful manner
toward the
earth,
in the each particle of planet, a
sensation of potency, the
rebirth of passion is
filled by autumn
wind, on the
leafless
twig
tender sprouts are waiting for
the virgin ray of early dawn,
the somnolent face slowly
making the space on
the chest, touch of
sizzling lips, the
condensed
desire,
in sequence passing through
the muscles, bones, blood,
entire persona now in
dominance of your
thrilling grip,
life going
toward
the totality, from physical truth
to the mist of celestial bliss,
comprehensiveness of
loving soul is the
unexplored
mystery - - -

Saturday, 28 January 2012

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
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
mysterious of
relation,
the night shrouds the mystic gloom!

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

Friday, 27 January 2012

JOIE DE VIVRE


emerging with ardent feeling, the
midnight revamped itself, the
reflection of starry sky, filling
the heart with multiple
dream, beneath the
shade of moonlit
igneous rock,
two soul
inter-weaved the beautiful designs
of future, the hush of blue dale,
the whorl of aquatic lilies
outspread the flimsy
wet petals, the
dew beads
slipped
gradually one by one from the lips !
the floating leaves hidden some
secret drops, in the porous
stem of bloom, the zeal
of life searches to
preserve the
hydrous
moment of love, the sentinel of
civilization have been slept,
the ruined pillar of near
by shrine, spreads
the lost pleasant
fragrance of
worship,
in the eastern sphere, the ray of
*joie de vivre appears, the
clinched arms slowly
became loose, on
the glowing
faces
the tiny saline drop makes the
frill of completeness - -
  • SHANTANU SANYAL
* Exuberant enjoyment of life
art - Atlantic Sunset - unknown source