Thursday, 31 May 2012


THE NEW JOURNEY 
decorating a dream to be new again;
this is a night, or an elusive world, 
in my arms, whose the world
has gone confined,
I do not know
who has 
gone down in the depths of breath; an
endless flow; has swept me away,
then who plays; with my heart
and life; obsessive 
passions; 
floating on the moonlit sky, whose body 
odor; in the winds are being
 plastered, the tonight,
get me to a new
 journey, the
restless
soul wants the aesthetic salvation - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Night Train Painting by Murad Sayen 


FOR A MOMENT 
for a little while, ever, come
into my life; sometimes,
repeat gorgeous
mistake,
on the threshold of the heart,
get a dewy flowers; yet
the avalanche of 
indulgence,
did not 
tranquil, saffron flowers are
again blooming in the 
valleys; devastated 
world wants to
show off
again,
get in eyes again depths of the
ocean, unexpectedly, in
the desert, some
drops to be
shattered,
burning
emotions get at least the comfort,
ever by mistake, as a nomadic
clouds, just come in
 my life - - -  

SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by RICHARD HERMAN

Wednesday, 30 May 2012


BEYOND THE DREAM
the procession of vivacity was on
the climax, from one end to
other, whole night the
sky has strewn the
shiny particles,
in the arc
of life,
heart had bejeweled by emotion,
previous night, somebody
touched the inmost
feeling with the
silky stir,
the
nocturnal bloom released the –
aroma with sundry essence,
immersion of heart and
soul in the darkness,
sketched many
tacit elation,
a silence
of
contentment changed the entire
persona with unexplained
perception, life regain
the enthrallment of
inner beauty, a
meaning of
deep
love toward the ceaseless bond!

Tuesday, 29 May 2012


MAYBE SOME OTHER TIME 
I've the news to break up dream, 
however, no complaints to life,
mirror was probably not 
sustainable, shattered
all hopes,so what, 
again I'll call 
the bliss,
that's not the edge of earth, there's 
a world overseas, ahead the
horizon! close to the
sky, the desire
to touch 
again,
the passion is nomadic, anywhere
doesn't wait a moment, it 
emerged from  the
turmoil waves 
and 
changed into the clouds, one side is
the arid environs, comprehensive ! 
other side existed the world 
of heart, I've to pour 
the emotion,
over the 
rain shadow terrain, a centuries old 
thirst calls me; again and again,
sometime later, maybe I
would be near you, 
to collect the 
scattered
pieces of dream, for that moment 
just wait - - -    

The Woods In The Spring 

Monday, 28 May 2012


ON THE OTHER HORIZON 
the agony of conscience, some other
day; whether you can see,
tonight; stay closer to
my chest, keeping
the glowing 
face,
I know; the reality of morning, any way
just decorate the wet eyelids,
this dream has its own
expansion, let, it
to be shade
on the
burning emotion, parameter of life wasn't
so easy; however on every step, 
the life embraces the odds,
my persona in your 
vision, whatever
be, but it is 
also 
true that I love you, have a somewhere 
existence apart from this earth,
I do not know! however,
I am sure, that 
unknown 
world,
to be around your heart, on that land, 
the thirsty breaths want to 
settle down - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Clouds at Sunset by Jan Atkinson

Sunday, 27 May 2012


THE THIRSTY VESPER 
on those cumbersome moments,
life searches for your favor,
a prolonged sigh 
shrinks
after touching your love, like higher
tides gets relief; on the
sandy shore,
life 
absorbs the coolness of an unique
sense, innermost moisture
gives the birth to
new dreams,
languished body gets back the
passionate sensation,
a thirst wakes up
into the lips 
suddenly,  
vesper looks more beautiful than 
ever - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by STEPHEN LYMAN 

Saturday, 26 May 2012


THE SWEET SYNCOPE 
I don't know; who is that, often fills the 
seclusion with passion bloom,
a damp emotion, slowly 
smoldering day 
and night,
whose touch, reacts as sting of sweet 
toxic fang, an heavenly pain
goes through the 
cell to soul,
the combustion of whose lips; confuses
the consciousness, whose eyes
have that the stakes; 
life remains 
on the
spiny edge, who is that; weaving a 
lattice in the body; by a secret
treaty with the dream,
who seeks to 
seize my
masculinity; as predator himself
becoming prey, this is an
opiate or any 
fascination,
it's land
or sky beyond recognition, after meeting 
her; I do not remember 
anything - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
kendra-baird-painting

Friday, 25 May 2012


THE AUTHENTIC TOUCH 
again she wants from me; a few moments
of the past, it's not possible to call
back the spent time of last,
either that was echo
or the scream
of love,
floated continuously on the surface of the
gnarled mountainous terrain, and
sometimes above the chest
without showering a
drop of rain,
the life's 
aridity extended its borders so far away,
missing link of spring and summer,
passionate secret of winter
nights, in the arms of
each other, with
the acute 
aspire
to submerge the persona with obsession !
it's hard to convert the delicate glass
vase to metalic touch, remelting
will destroy all the natural
beauty - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting  - long-after-sunset-by-christine-derrick

Thursday, 24 May 2012


THE TALISMANIC PASSION  
the talismanic eyeshadow pulls toward the
mysterious circles, it seems the face,
such as a solitary nun of centuries,
going to erase herself gradually,
she is probably a beloved
imposture, throwing
the magical drop
dipped into
fragrance of the unimpeachable charming -
bloom, life wants lease of life with a
infinite blessing, to touch her
sandal format glossy
body, interior
emotions
towrds to fragrance, in muscle, such as the
ferment raised by moonlight on the
rugged mountainous terrain,
someone wants to play
with burning coals, 
love is toward  
repletion - - - 

art by Michael Kenna 

Wednesday, 23 May 2012


THE RECKLESS SIDE
according to aristocratic rule, may be my 
passion was stigmatic, barbarian,
the love which brought you 
in the zenith of zeal,
refreshed your
sleeping
conscience, that wasn't an ordinary flow,
rather originated from the ridges of
virility, the natural attractions
had settled the fullness 
of life, a primitive 
odor of my 
body 
mingled vigorously with your unparalleled 
beauty of heart, now if the storm 
has raised up, let it ! 

painting by Barry Hilton   

THE MANISH DARKNESS
soggy feeling; but rising the smoke
from the quiescent vale, endless
aspiration; embellishing the
masked emotion, just
life prepared to
sign the
accord of darkness, silence of the
midnight, and the indulgent
touch, immersing the
persona in way;
that lotus
stalk
floats on the deep lake, emerging
the breath gradually to grab
the dew droplets; ardor
is dripping leisurely
from thirsty lips
joie de vivre
of love
or spring approaching in that step,
captivated moment, maybe
someone snatching the
perception bit by
bit, the muscle
and soul
becoming enslave to the unknown
sweet compel, a twist on
somebody’s arm, life
moving on the
the wheel
of
enthrallment, night shrouded by
potter’s mysterious hands,
dreams are entering
into the body of
mannish
vigor,
to give the birth of beautiful verse !

Tuesday, 22 May 2012


TOWARD THE MEANING
until now; the deluge of emotion
doesn’t achieve to the peak ,
some more fervor is
needed to win
the heart,
the
soul roving above the trail vague,
again try to touch my latent
conscience, arousing
reaction of flesh
and bone
aren’t
the destination of life, bring me on
the land of eternal piece of
mind; the affection
which can mold
the inner
sadism,
with a touch of aesthetic delicacy,
beyond the happiness of the
physical attachment, the
compelling flow of
humanity, let
me turn
on that truth of love, a rebirth to
know the meaning of survival - - -