Wednesday, 29 February 2012


THE LIVELY DREAM 

someone who comes quietly, in the 
silent night, writes some wet
message on the window 
glass by finger tip, 
in the melted 
emotion 
some beautiful affinity creates the 
the image of your blooming
love, filtered moonlight 
through the lacy 
leaves of 
gulmohar tree searches the refuge,
on the  verandah, I often look 
your aesthetic existence 
on that illusive design,
with unclouded 
beauty and
delicacy
of glassy sculpture, the wakeful 
night snatches my persona,
perhaps it exchanges
with you, in the 
rhythm of 
pulsation I find your presence into
the form of sodden, nocturnal
fragrance of tuberose,
in late night the 
melted
vapor of window panes becomes 
the lively dream - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
window - painting by Allan Kirk 


THE HIDDEN EMOTION 

inner beauty often remains abandoned,
peripheral attraction, and flow of 
emotion are reciprocal, 
amid the critical 
equation and
reality the 
extinction of love becomes fossil, as 
the mangled life enclosed by 
spiny stones, beyond 
the muscles and 
bones life
wants
the infinite pleasure, but very few 
people get it, hidden emotions 
as pure as elixir, anybody 
who has touched 
that became 
immortal.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
Flower Paintings – artist jackie Jacobson

Tuesday, 28 February 2012


THE ULTIMATE BLISS 

far exceeds, a shadow, in his tune sings 
the song of guile, some emerging 
masks in the latticed light
want to participate 
as a chorus,
in the
arch of emotion some seepage of tear
or the vaporized love drops are 
glowing, resonant tone 
goes through the 
conscience, 
I know 
in such a case you have forgotten the
mind and run away to touch the 
mirage, while on the strings
of breath the life is 
singing since
the birth of
earth,  
aside your ignorance of deep impact 
of true love, on the other hand 
the beauty of realism, the
passing on the broken 
pieces of glass, 
how to 
explain you, that the ultimate bliss is 
contained in the soul, alas you
didn't realize the truth of 
fire bath, going
through the
great
lengths of absolute golden age - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by - Mikhail Vrubel s creation 
  



WHO KNOWS - - 

somewhere amid the night fog, a 
bleak star emerging on the 
cloudy sky, the life 
again needs 
you, if it's
possible for a while, let to be 
open the gazebo of your
numinous eyes, the
random feelings
wishes to be 
restored, 
in the remote the valleys awake 
with saffrony smile, desires
have gone down in the 
moonlit dreams, like 
confused black 
buck, let to
be lost
the sense of fear in the bushes, 
let's once again, heart wants
tonight, filling your lappet 
by divine flowers, who 
knows, the magic 
of proximity 
again to 
be or not, let the thirsty lips to be 
quenched - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Franz Marc, Deer in the Forest. German Expressionist. 1913


Monday, 27 February 2012


ON THE CLOSED DOOR 

just, come out from the encircled captivity,
the life knocks the door, and you're
unaware of seasonal colors, 
I love you since genesis 
but you're lost in 
another
world, 
in seek of someone, why life to be in 
stakes, the insistence might be
carry you in the darkness 
of oblivion, get away 
yourself from 
such way 
isn't
the solution, rethink a moment for 
smiling again, lose and gain
are the infinite aspects 
of life, whatever is 
on the door 
that's
mine apart is not more than a nice 
dream  - - - 

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

Dream Of Nature Painting by Sushil Tarbar 

Sunday, 26 February 2012


THE ETERNAL FLAME 

some feelings that words can't adopt,
stayed below the eyes, not to be 
scattered somewhere, such 
thinking didn't permit 
the clouds though
it passed very
near the 
valley,
some affinity ever, couldn't say the 
origin of wetness, just salinity 
increased on the surface
of life, thirst grown 
every moment, 
arid lips 
finally forgot the art of smile, on that 
dormant emotion heart wants 
infuse the love, the lamp
of twilight are burned
so far, you're
involved 
into 
the flame of breath as eternal  form - - 

-  SHANTANU SANYAL
suzie addicks creation - flame 

THE REPLETION OF LIFE 

it's different matter, that all the stones 
became deity, stone carving wasn't 
my destiny, how much I loved
them it's hidden into the 
cyesis of time, the 
smile of thorns 
neglected 
by dawn, 
but night hadn't bias attitude, it has 
given the gift of some drops
as for blooming the rose!
its role was not so
negligible, 
barbed wires never ask their share 
to lane of flourish, the silence
emotion just loved to gaze 
the maturity of spring,
the fragrance was
his award, the
sometimes life becomes too short to 
complete the mum commitments, 
but that's meaningfulness of 
survival, the repletion 
of true love - - 

Saturday, 25 February 2012

TWO WORDS 

pain was transient, just for some 
moment, the healing secret
of your eyes teaches 
to live twice, the 
isolation of 
night 
calls constantly some more rays
of moon light, if possible
again let it scatter on
the faded heart, 
life has some 
aspire to 
bloom, little fragrance of 
tuberose just leave 
for me tonight - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
realistic-pink-rose-paintings-oil by Faith Te



Thursday, 23 February 2012


THE RECEDE OF HIGH TIDE

on the estuary, river hasn’t the
choice, the ocean seized its
all the emancipation,
the mirror of life
encircled by
the spiny
hedge,
whenever I traversed to touch
the beauty of glowing dream,
left over bruising said, the
stings in affection is the
part of reflection, it
wouldn’t easy to
hide the inner
shadow!
a prolong pain burrowed the
way under the sensitivity
after the breaking of
illusion, for all the
time it’s not to
be ensued
that
life would get accordingly the
heart, prophecies couldn’t
save the scatterings of
emotion, vapor
layer had
the
short realism, in the first ray
of dawn, the vision was
clear, some marks of
kisses on the
chest or
the
glassy goblet reminded the tale
of night, drowsiness slowly
diluted by the floating
sun on the winter
sky, body odor
gradually
liberated from the alien touch - - -

Wednesday, 22 February 2012


THE BROKEN ECHOES 

no I'm not that one, whom you searching,
I've erased long ago by gust of 
time, just a  embodied  
existence, that 
realization 
ever 
inhabited in your humid eyes, the feeling
to love some one without conditions, 
the unpublished poetry of inner
emotion, no I'm not  that 
dream which once
promised to 
bring the
revolution for bleak morning, the jaded
evening, premature death of 
night questioned often
to me why limited
bequest for 
semi 
bloom flowers, though your deceit didn't 
wipe my importance, no I'm not 
that, who can not return, 
my voice has the 
impression 
one day
indeed the broken echoes will get the 
path, may be today is yours - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Echoes of Grandeur - Sudeley Castle

THE MYSTERIOUS TRAIL

the transient night, century old
thirst, how to dwell the firm
sand castle on the coast
of agitated emotion,
who’s calling
from the
far-off,
life pursuing endlessly to touch
the wet echoes, across the
fragranced feeling of
your love nothing
remains to
desire,
then why extinguished flame
still indulged into rising
fumes, the delusion
of dreams pulls
one side
unseen
stoicism holds another end, the
perception goes through
the mosaic labyrinth,
the soul tries the
liberation from
the web of
mirage,
knowingly that on that particular
destination except the cipher
nothing is found, however
the golden antelope
doesn’t care the
trap, it runs
and runs,
unknown to the target of seeker,
life here searches to get the
escape corridor, release
from seductive replica,
freedom from all
the affection,
defeat
follows the mid path of realism,
the end of night brings you
rapidly more near to
heart, sentiment
returns losing
all the ego,
cerebral philosophy becomes –
extinct at last - -