Monday, 30 April 2012


THE RIFE ECSTASY
some endless aspire, whole the life
couldn't sleep, the natural 
urge has unlimited 
emotion,
how much you've touched them,
some other day, perhaps
in retired moment 
of rainy day, 
near 
the unleashing window, sitting in 
your proximity, may be we
will count the drops
of love, how
much 
was collection into the heart and
how much scattered on
 the marble floor, 
and of-
course how many drops converted 
to dew, in the shadow of 
galaxy often I
 looked 
you're trying to search my address, 
though I'm always in your
pulsation, 
sometimes you didn't find me in
the darkness, while I was 
existed in your eyes,
 just correctly
 in the
 hidden light beam, it's interesting
 that whenever you've seen
 the mirror, my image
 emerged with 
smiling
 face, I was here, I'm just now extinct, 
but somatic, my sensation in 
your heart never die, 
it will remain
till the
end of world - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
spring - Ou-Yang Guo-De

THAT'S YOU


enormously your love changed the
life, hence the image in the
mirror revealed with
the beauty of
spring,
as new creation’s tenderness often
reflects the continuum of
colors, perhaps that’s
your affection
which
brings me near the artistic outlook,
an innovative view to see
the life with different
angle, the world
looks more
striking
then past, an interest developed into
the rhythm of emotion, the
thorny trail becomes
the flourished
vista of
buds
and blooms, your scented breath fills
glamour to the dreams, the
meaning of survival gets
the perfection, the
life goes en
route for
blossom with multi dimension - - - - -

Saturday, 28 April 2012


THE PSEUDO DISTANCE

night is on your display, as a glass of trembling
hand, moments of aesthetic touch, just
nearer to spill out, please let me
back to conscious, then
ask the consent
of my heart,
I know 
the night is short, some more time, let keep the
hangover around the life, some dreams 
have to stretch the delicate emotion
slowly, do not break the moonlit
flow, let feelings be soaked 
into the nectar of wild 
bloom, later you
touch the 
soul,
still rawness is remained in the proximity, let 
little more concentration in relationship,
otherwise it will break with slight
touch, let love to reach on 
the extreme point of 
natural craft, 
after 
only intoxication should react with primitive way, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by Julie

Friday, 27 April 2012


THE UNEXPECTED RECOGNITION 

do not ask me again, the secret of smiles,
be some reason that life frequently 
keep one's feet, the time is 
merciless, that's I know,
probably, some
enigma
or a light beam of celestial beauty flows -
from your maudlin eyes, without ultra
glow, vision finds out the trail in
darkness, that's your love
which inflects the life
toward the hope, 
creative 
mind changes the persona in amazing
way, in conscience, the emergence
of an unexpected beauty, life
gets back magnitude of 
survival - - - 


blue night with full moon 

THE OBSESSIVE AFFECTION

the dreams were the fireflies, before
the dawn flew away toward the
unknown destination, the
leftover glow stay
behind on the
palm,
some innocent feelings trying to grow,
as a tender climber searches the
support to reach the canopy,
your love is the first ray
of sun, the injured
emotion wants
once again
bloom,
who has written poetry on the eastern
sky, the colorful script looks like
your gentle touch on the
body and mind, it’s
drowsiness or
you’ve
occupied the emptiness of life - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
om/
Violet Dawn painting by MARC YOUNG

Thursday, 26 April 2012


Juststay in front me - - 

blooming twilight filling the dormant emotion,
some unsolved mysteries, intoxicated
the aromatic moment, sometimes
I see you, ever scattering the 
color of sky, life wants 
to touch the trove
of rare aroma,
here 
somewhere between us, maybe existed the
blossom of nocturnal flowers, a fluffy 
moment emerging from the 
clump of  plumbaginous
darkness, aren't
you, included
in the 
quivering of heart, dreams breathing with a 
new dimensions - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Kelly Borsheim's Original Pastel Paintings

Wednesday, 25 April 2012


THE INTERNAL PRECISION 

you've touched all infinitesimal corner -
of life, though couldn't reached to 
that invisible point, where
lives recluse spirit,
very alone, 
apart 
of the world in his own universe, there 
inhabited beautiful emotions, a
noiseless oceanic peace of
mind, far away from the
sophism, hypocrisy,
the image of 
purity -
calls in sustained way, day and night,
flows the stream of all sense of 
well-being, precision of
mind and somatic 
penitence, 
that's inner furnace, which can purify - -



PAINTING BY BARBARA FOX -1

Tuesday, 24 April 2012


MAYBE ONE DAY 

ripples of memory goes back after 
damping the shore of emotion, 
do you still look the ocean
with hydrous eyes, or 
the blue moon 
didn't
appear a long time, I know, life has
to compromise, it's part of 
shadow and light, no 
one can be the 
lifelong co -
traveler, 
but somewhere into the your heart 
my pulsation still makes the 
dreamy graphs, I know, 
it's impossible to
remove my 
image 
from the mirror of your life - - - - - - 


   
oil-painting-by-xie-chuyu

Monday, 23 April 2012


THE SEARCH OF OASIS 

this night has it's own inveteracy, just 
wants to frap the complete ego 
of masculinity, escaping 
often becomes the
difficult task, 
darkness has multi-faced seduction, it
looks very calm, sedately hiding
numerous unpublished 
stories, but in 
reality, 
there's something else, just like your -
proceeding by trapped foot to 
touch the endless depth
of my submissive 
persona, 
this night's thirst isn't so simple after 
absorbing entire moonlight it 
not reaches to satiating 
point, and that's the
charm of eternity,
as your love
never 
gets entirety, life searches incessantly
the oasis of revitalized elation,
to love you again and 
again - - - 

    

painting by Roy Gonzalez Tabora 1

Sunday, 22 April 2012


DREAMS NEVER DIES 

aspiration has infinite branches, sprouts 
emerge often near the thorn, the 
dried twig recovers always 
with tender leaves, the
dew drop lets are 
like a dream 
embrace
the tip till the first ray of sun, it's belief
that early dreams becomes true, 
so I tried frequently to keep 
in mind the scenario of 
dream, dale of lovely
flowers, rising the 
fumes from 
the hills, 
gurgle of wild streams, clamor of birds,
holding my hand by you, the sweet
mischievous laugh, misty 
weather, what's more
need in life, but 
alas! it's the
dream,
but dreams never dies - - - 

PAINTING BY JEFF PITTMAN   

THE CONTINUOUS KNOCKING 

do not, maneuver yourself, that life is short,
who knows, tomorrow we will meet
or not, whatever is near us,
why not share them
with open chest,
its better to
unfold
the knots, do not go so away, maybe the -
echo will not get back the path, across
the shaded window reality of life
is not so clear, the gates of
consicence are ficle,
let them free all
compacted
thoughts,
these breaths have limited space, hence
the suffocation in life, let liberate the
egos, deceit, discrimination,
prejudice from the mind, 
heart wants to adopt
the orphan child
of spring,
do not
close the door it's nobody the own reflection
is knocking the door - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 morning glory 1

Saturday, 21 April 2012


THE TWISTED WAY 

what's hidden in your heart, that's you
know, maybe artifice or fidelity,
life is full of contradiction, 
however, a trust
grows 
whenever I've seen your eyes, desires 
haven't the limitation, even that I
cannot avoid to love you, 
it's like a unfinished 
mysterious book 
reading, 
every step has a revelation, the feeling 
that you're around me increases 
the thrill, and that adventure
brings me into the deep
romance, the 
silence
of azure night fills more anxious, the pages 
of moment flutter in a way that again 
and again I read same page, 
but couldn't understand 
the single word,
an addiction
which wraps the life with a deep drowsiness, 
but conscience can not sleep, this
restlessness has its own
charm, everything 
should not be 
straight 
in the life, some twist is required to see the 
dreams - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Painting -  by Kelly Dodge

Friday, 20 April 2012



THE BLISS OF DEFEAT 

every time you've won, in the snake and
ladder's game, I loved to see the
childish smile in your face,
it's a great gain to
me, after all
you're
too close to me, just love me, everything
is acceptable to lose; tonight has
its own elusive ridges, not
like the lines of palm,
it changes the
mood
and passion in every moment, prediction
isn't possible, in your lap existed the
the extinct galaxy, let me to
keep my head on that
boon land, life
desires
to get the precious nectar of immortality - 


- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
god s painting 

THE UNRESOLVED RELATIONSHIP 

deserted night, the shadow of your love
walks along the wall of persona, the
fumes of extinguished candle
rising up and up, searching
the source of re-
ignition,
lots of sleeping dreams, are desperate
to wake up, a silence which wants
to write the life verse, on the
body and soul, where
you've transfered
all the lively
passion,
once
I've experienced their magical effects 
such as late night wandering 
spirits found the life, as
the fount comes
out from the
cursed 
stone, isn't possible tonight to create 
an immortal history of the nearness,
an example of the eternal -
binding, immeasurable
attachment till the 
death - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
PAINTING BY DONNA WALLACE