Saturday, 30 June 2012


SOME OTHER MOMENT

lifelong commitment wasn't so so easy,
however, she didn't break my illusion;
definitely she held my hand, at
every juncture, it's different
matter, how much was
the passion, going
into the depths
of the heart
was not
so
easy; hence I considered it a game of
luck, and who won and who lost in
the game, I do not know; but
it's true; that, in her love 
losing everything
else, isn't it a 
victory,
perhaps one day, life will ask to destiny !

bunch of bloom - china painting 

Friday, 29 June 2012


ON THE TIP 
those feelings were more dense than the clouds,
that perception didn't change, though I've
tried to melt my vigor as wax in her
love, but somewhere the night
betrayed, it ended before
the change of emotion
to flame, droplet
of passion 
remains 
on the
tip
of leaf, petals were keen to touch it entire night, -
but didn't success, as the whorl of ethic never 
allowed to do so, it slept with buried 
aroma into the chest - - 

art by Margaret Denholm 


THE INTENSE NIGHT 
in the seizure of those eyes, life, 
seems to be pretty than 
imagination, in 
every step
a new
freshness,
every moment, a new hope, the
renewed vigor, be scattered
like flower porridge
in the stony
paths,

in every direction, waking dreams,

everything beautiful, aromatic
feelings, melting moment;
with impulsive flame, 
the emergence
of full moon
gradually - - - 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Moon Rising over Fog Clouds Painting by Elliott Daingerfield 

Thursday, 28 June 2012


The Tacit Agreement 
Over us was not a condition,
a tacit agreement,
an aspire to get wet in the 
moonlight; desire 
to know each other,wish to
emigrate in the eye,
a lifetime promise to walk 
together, the inner
amalgam of the body and 
soul, the uniformity 
of breath and nerve flowing
a shared pledge for
fidelity, an imprint of love
keeping on the heart,
we've signed the life's blank 
paper of emotioN - - 
MoonlitSpring - Artist Caroline Putnam Fine Art Oil Paintings.jpg


ALAS; THEY CAN - - 
no; they didn't understand my feelings,
they of course stayed, for awhile,
looked me a glance, smiled
too, with mysterious
shadow, some
moments;
hovered over the mountain peak, and
suddenly floated away to different
direction, leaving behind the
aridity, emptiness, the
combustion of
intensive
pain,
that was love or the nomadic clouds,
often thinks the heart, emotion
wandered behind the 
peeved rain 
shower,
day
and night to convince its need, without 
that, maybe the land of dream 
to be converted in barren,
emotionless, the 
dratted land, 
alas !
they can understand - - 
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
ARTIST PHOEBE BRUNNER 

THAT’S DESTINATION - -
the truth of life inhabited in the colors of
diversity, the charm of moonlit lattice
having its own beauty, however
it’s depend on the individual;
how to clasp the root of
opportunity, nobody
will offer the stair,
the self effort
is the only
key
to open the closed doors of destiny, the
often falling down spider, doesn’t
lost the hope before the day
break; the web gripped
the bloomed entire
canopy, even
dew drops
decked
its
creation with aesthetic beauty - -

Wednesday, 27 June 2012


TODAY JUST SO - - 
do not launch; the same old thing of
pain and sorrow, life needs, a
new style, a new
realization,
some
untouched horizon, some innovative
feeling beyond the dreams,
few reflection of dew
drops, a little
bliss of
your
enchanted behold, the flowing aroma
from your magical eyes, drop 
by drop - - 
- shantanu sanyal
Paintings by Cecil Kennedy 

THE MOONLIT JOURNEY
away far away; on the extensive
terrain, the moonlit night
scattering the mystic
beauty of your
eyes, the
heart
throbs with drowsy way, slowly
holding hands by you; the
waves, unseen travels
across the ethics
of somatic
limits,
drop by drop falling the residue
of floating clouds, grand sky
opening the celestial
archway with
galaxy
of
artistic beauty, all over the place;
the dominance of your love
creates the astonishing
occurrence, life gets
on those moment
the ultimate
aspiration,
the fragrant breath surrenders on
the impatient lips, the sleepy
emotion writes the rhyme
of absolute ecstasy,
in the whisper
of docile
wind ;
dulcet melody is echoing abruptly!

Tuesday, 26 June 2012


THE PAUSED STEPS 
how to explain; the secret of hydrous eye,
whole the life, the emotion walked 
on the ablaze path; after that; 
somewhere melted the
clouds condensed;
on the sky of 
my
chest, It's wet land of dreams; little tread 
carefully, a very delicate surface; 
more fragile than glass; 
in a little sound;
might be 
broken,
the
life desires your vital, blessed plosive -
proximity - - 

art by Barbara Rosenzweig

THE MYTH OF PERFECTION
do not think about the conclusion,
it’s only the beginning, let it be
untitled, just now canvas
pinned on the frame
of emotion, still
wet brush
has to
move on the crystal clear surface !
time will be the only decision
maker; until then, just try
to win the heart’s
pulsation, it’s
a matter
amid
the dream and realism, no body –
knows exactly; in which track
resides the destiny, and
which direction exist
the luminous eyes,
a labyrinth
path
asks often the address of intention,
the dark and light are the
undivided truth of life,
on the gray shade
I’ve searched
your love
eternal ;
though it’s not so easy, but it creates
the natural beauty, completeness
is the hypothesis, nobody can
claim the title of absolute
perfectionist, the error
is the sign of
humanity - -

Monday, 25 June 2012


THE UNKNOWN SHADOW 

neither the earth or the sky, in the center
of the great emptiness, the pause,
that some abstract power, or in
uncertainty the pendulous
a piece of planet,
in efflorescent
center of aesthetic emotions, arises the
divine beauty, compassionate eyes,
liberal mind, the global affinity,
creedless smile, in the
chest encompasses
all, with the
consistent outlook, thats a priest of truth
and beauty; who graciously donates
the blessing immense,condition
is just so; that conscience 
should be under his 
shadow - - 

MORNING GLAMOUR 

THE GAZELL EYES
a little more trust, needs the kinship,
after that; touch the static feeling,
a few drop of dew; let drip the
sky, later dissolve the aridity,
until then keep the thirst
alive, still monsoon
doesn’t strike on
the blue hills,
as nervous
gazelle’s
eyes; life is in search of sanctuary, let
the cloud to be float; touching to
the peak of mountain, musk
should be scattered in
the wind, it’s too
earlier to sign
the silent
treaty,
moon has just emerged above the
sandal woodland; let it to be
sink into the perfumed
illusive night; later
on; touch my
innermost
with
the absolute enthrallment - -