Saturday, 31 March 2012


DO YOU KNOW - - - 

flowers bloom is gone again, If you've
ever touched, petals, probably in 
the tip of your finger is 
existed the life,
sprout has
came out, appeared new life into the 
dry stipes, do you know, your 
smile has  the rarest 
essence, 
life is
becoming the chromatic, again, enliven 
a dream, an ointment; the hands 
of a prayer, the inner angelic
beauty embracing all
the depression
of life, 
do you know, in your love, an heavenly 
stream flows, with multi
tributaries of
ecstasy, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting - source - image shack 

Friday, 30 March 2012


THE CIPHER CODE 

repressed fire of chest, and the crater 
weren't similar, before the 
eruption of feeling, 
life couldn't 
scream, 
fumes
did not arise, only hydrous eyes looked, 
your returning step,the pain of 
rejection wasn't severe 
after playing with
the toy,
breaking it mercilessly; raised question, 
I had never thought love would
be so low pricing, anyway
there's a saying, that
after losing,
reminds
the life, value of receipt, maybe, you had
your own helplessness, a revelation
or a way of life, but for me it 
was a sense of rebirth,
everlasting
relationship; over supernatural union of 
souls, that wasn't the cipher code, 
that's my failure, couldn't 
explain, the depth of 
love wasn't so 
mystic, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
The Hidden Path of Gems




THE RAY OF INSIGHT 

I'm verse libre, do not try to mold me in 
your hypothesis, depth, will be lost 
in the darkness, do not look 
me in the fog; like a 
dodder vine,
I will
wrap to your persona ; nothing would be
gain by self-immolation, a long-
lasting combustion, an 
unquenchable 
thirst of
lips,
will be remained  as a wandering soul, a
fugitive householder, the monk in
pseudo layer, no one 
understands 
such
discourse, if you can save yourself from 
beautiful fraud, then do not waste 
the time,  very simple and 
straightforward, if 
you want to
get me,
look at own conscience; I was there,I'm 
still existed, from title page on
colophon; in your reflection,
in your heart, in your
mind, 
where I'm not, in conscious or 
unconscious, every 
moment,
each breath consists my presence, do 
not run after the shadow, just 
feel my intense affection,
prepare yourself to 
assimilate my 
love in the
soul, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Ralph - Art, 

Thursday, 29 March 2012


THE UNKNOWN ARTIST 

source of inspiration, I don't know,
maybe, invisible beauty, 
which makes
beautiful 
feelings, or unknown, a painter 
who fills color in life; wet
dreams are put 
on the 
corner of each eye, it's your love
or a divine gift, life before
falling at every 
step goes 
handle itself; the belief that 
someone is around,
flowers and
leaves, 
thorns and dew; survival in hot 
desert, everything has
its own 
importance;
just need to feel - - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Magic Forest

Wednesday, 28 March 2012

THE UNEXPIRED LIGHT



the thirst of insight wasn't easy, a thirst 
inside thirst, a desire above the 
somatic need, an eternal 
truth beyond the
philosophy, 
separated from non-duality and duality,
the abysmal love crosses the
bridge of death, ahead 
of emptiness,
period, 
epoch,  land, sea and sky, outside of 
happiness, sadness, illusion 
and reality, liberated 
from the 
contradictions of stoicism and passions,
all out of men and women, gender,
complexion, physical,
immaterial,
the
ultimate happiness, is the culmination of 
humanity; after receipt of this truth,
the divine light is not needed,
a person becomes itself
celestial beauty,
the inner 
illumination of  kindness, compassion, 
generosity, sense of all beings
be happy; at this point life
becomes pure gold;
and shines for
indefinitely, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Mattsart Fine Art Gallery 

THE RE-TRANSLATION
why not again; try to know each other,
invite to new horizons, let refill 
colors to the evening 
blues, the journey 
of life is
prolong, why not share it with open -
heart, each other's happiness
and sorrow, dream and
nightmare; victory 
and defeat,
success and failures, sunlight and 
shade, slope - ascent, this is
the essence of life; in the
hydrous eyes, why
shouldn't  be
decorate the world of galaxy, again 
life wants to rearrange the 
beauty of life, the 
eternal 
splendor love - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
midnight by Cofiboi Streetwalker

Tuesday, 27 March 2012


THE RARE DEAL


across the river, sunset paused for some
moment, the shadow of blue mountains,
and your consent, somewhere
looks like an equation
of mystery,
nevertheless,
the heart
wants
to say something to you, it's not so late,
yes, it is a strange silence, or
thunderbolts will fall, the
love doesnt walk
on the path
of
foreboding, like the unexpected deluge,
let me wash away; the life desires
to be lost into the river
valleys, wants to
reach on the
unknown
destination, the floating land of dreams,
or may be the extensive desert,
destiny has no other third
phase, just throw
the trap ring
of your
love,
after losing everything, life wants to get
you, with the amplitude way - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
arizona-sunset - by Greg Cartmell

Monday, 26 March 2012

OUT OF PROPHECY


 a short while ago, evening get down, 
it's not yet cimmerian, let it little 
romantic, emotional 
waves trying to 
walk on 
the 
rhythm of emotion, the quatrain of life 
opening the fragrance cells, 
dreams are peeping 
from your eyes, 
expect 
to live a prolong, has gone up slowly,
perhaps unconsciously, you've
touched my heart, a sweet
clangor has emerged, 
dimmed flame 
becomes
bright suddenly, further condition is 
unpredictable, as without clouds 
rain, anyway it's beautiful,
the proximity 
of 
uncertainty, an amazing fascination - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
precious roses 




Sunday, 25 March 2012

THE BROKEN PROMISE



you did not come, the time stayed,
everything was numb, hazy
moonlight, dimmed
stars,
you did not come night has gone,
as a bird in the cage, hides
the beak in own
feathers,
you did not come, lost one by one 
all bunch of night jasmine .....
the emotional
fragrance
gradually became fade, poor
persona, wandered like
a shadow;
you did not come, resonance, to
be returned so far, some
void, some wet 
leaves, 
a pricks, hawthorn flowers and 
broken dreams, again
there was 
nothing 
around me; you did not come, life 
went back last night; empty-
handed slowly, walking 
along the railroad
tracks,
crossing the dried stream, in search of
dawn, toward an unknown 
remote island - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
painting by Artist Graham Gercken

Saturday, 24 March 2012

THE NASCENT MORNING

night had hidden some deep secret, on 
its dark lappet, some beautiful 
moments,not appropriate 
to unfold them, a little 
lively emotion,
the touches
of affinity, 
few 
drops of celestial love, some undefined 
relationship, devoted proximity,
the kisses of moonlight,
to the snow covered 
peak of mountain,
the lunatic flirt 
with dense 
clouds,
fog descends from the pine trees, mystique 
of the night singing, and light 
emanating from the
monastery,
lily of the
night 
and tured incense; the heat of breath,
extensive serenity, intense blue
 light, damp night of orchid
 blossom, body united 
to the merger;
wild vines
towards the stems of the trees, birth of new
seedlings, on the newborn leaves, 
some precious drops of love,
greenish yellow colored, 
the arrival of rare 
morning - - - 

THE ABSTRUSE CONDITION


of course, I'm obsessive by birth, no prob, 
you can say stubborn, sporadic, any
other thing - - it's impossible to 
you, to make evasiveness 
from me, deliberately 
to be unaware,
even if you 
want release, an invisible vine will clench 
you, if do not believe, just try, the
skein of silk threads will 
not open; you, 
yourself
will get stuck in a snarl, my breath has taken
place, in your body and soul; now, 
you will have to keep this 
relationship,
forever, 
such as night jasmine becomes perfume,
after dissolving in oil, just the 
same way, you have 
reached on
that
level, the eternal amalgam, an unbreakable
element, I'm afraid, liberation is 
difficult in natural way, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
ART  -  the Mystic Forest by Patricia Maertz

Friday, 23 March 2012

YOU CAN'T FORGET ME - - -

do you still waiting for me; or someone 
has confused, the path of 
resonance, do you 
still remember
me and 
smile,
or somebody has been taught you, to
laugh freely, whether still in your 
heart, the lamp of my love 
is illuminated, or a 
stranger has 
made
you the galaxy, in the gloomy evening, do
you yet standing on the door,
or you've stopped the
reading the book
of poetry, 
keeping the fresh tuberose into delicate
vase, perhaps, whispering an
old song in new tune, 
fusion with the 
scented 
emotion, I know, it's damned, to keep
continue to love someone
everlasting, but heart 
says, you can't 
forget me,

- SHANTANU SANYAL  
Robin Painting by Jennifer Matthews 

Thursday, 22 March 2012

THE BLOOMING SEASON

Inclined clouds wants to touch, let it 
scatter and break in drops, the 
dried lips want freshness,
nothing's wrong, if 
someone is
included,
life's open space desires that, amid 
the lips and the beaker unseen 
distance always remains,
dreams and reality 
walks together,
two parallel 
lines
goes far away, somewhere may be  
meets by mistake, emotions
placed on the thorny
paths, love is
originated 
from 
you, invisible let it complete in the 
depth of eyes, night lilies 
hides the secrets 
of aroma,
unfolds
the essence whenever delighted, life is
attached with your heart, breathing
based on your eye lash 
movements, give
me an 
passionate touch, season wants to 
bloom again, let me immerse
in the depth of feeling, 
let me diffuse, in
your
persona.

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Painting - Lily of the Valley by Artbyrachel

THE SELF - RECOGNITION


today will not be any other thing; only
silence will speak; there should
be the space such, that you
couldn't touch me, need
a lively feeling only,
an invisible
entrance, towards the soul, through
the instinct, to the unknown
destination, into the
abstruse depth
of love,
an immersion into the rare light of
miraculous affinity, which can
heal the malignant pain,
a grace which can
alter the
depraved heart, a revival can which
change the complete
life - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Rassouli's Paintings - divine 

THE SELF DECEPTION

do not love me in such way, that I will be
alien among the familiar faces, 
don't say, that you're a 
defunct soul 
without
me,
my breathing stops, whenever, you say, 
even after the death, you will love
me in everlasting way,
do not make me
the divine
glow, 
let me remain as a earthen lamp, at least,
it wouldn't be painful, after 
extinguished, do not 
say that you've
loved me 
more 
than yourself, I'll not bear the 
self-deception !

- SHANTANU SANYAL
by Kit Gentry 

Wednesday, 21 March 2012

THE INNOVATIVE SENSATION

let's go somewhere else, valley 
of flowers Is calling us,
leaning clouds, 
rising mist, 
creating the beautiful sensation,
no jealousy, nor hatred,
 where live fairy
faces,
far from the world, close to the
heart; a land where 
nothing but 
compliments, the emotions 
tied up in a thread,
flashing like
 beads;
where the nectar is poured by 
the moonlit sky; life
becomes the
philosopher's stone, Let's go 
on that place, and 
would be 
mingle with the celestial fragrance, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
PAINTING OF JEFF PITTMAN