Tuesday, 31 July 2012


THE UNPARALLELED COGNITION
  
I don't know the reality, but truth revealed 
too late; that you've loved me, more 
than yourself, and it's the 
concealed question !
is it possible,
or a myth
of 
consolation, whatever reason was in the
darkness of backstage, it has full
fascinated my persona and 
allured me to accept 
the venom for 
long life
after
the death, you believe or not, something -
panchromatic view floats in the
vision, brings toward the 
suprmundane aura, 
it's obvious,
you're
standing in the mist of celestial beauty,
and that illusion chants silently,
beyond all contradiction
my fingers touch 
your form -
less 
face, gets back unparalleled cognition - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
painting by John Fennell  
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
    




BEYOND THE SYMBOL 

the toxin or elixir, whatever be, churning 
of life is important, that persona 
which reflects back from
crystal clear water, 
the dust of
time 
doesn't effect it, in seek the ultimate 
truth, own suppression was
necessary; the salvation
from egoism,
hatred,
prejudice, get rid of all the negative 
feelings, except the conscience, 
no one can help; my vision
was stayed up to the
symbol, realism
remained
the rain shadow as everlasting thirst,
that was the failure point, the
self ignorance doesn't
permit me to love
others with
same
profundity, as I loved myself, and on 
that juncture the dead emotion 
desires for resurgence,
eruption of whorl
with divine 
scent, 
and that's the sign of maturity, the real
meaning of humanity - - 

- SHANTANU SAMYAL 
spider-web, courtesy the dog museum 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Monday, 30 July 2012


EMITTED FROM THE BODY - -

the summary of life and facial wrinkles,
the unsolved equation between
them remain mystery, the
time passed in its
way, reflection
waited
for long, but accountability wasn't easy, 
amid the golden body and flame,
one thing invisibly escaped,
it was impossible to 
catch the form -
less entity,
speechless your love couldn't saved the
somatic melting, gradually every
thing altered in the ashes,
the echoes lost in 
the chanting 
of chorus,
the priest had been closed the shrine -
gate, after the evening prayer,
now in the venues floating
the unknown mist - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 Artist Mark Webster
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE TRUTH OR MYTH 

the own pain felt very low, whenever seen
the surround, nobody is perfect; all
the twist of destiny, just now 
there were clouds, blink
of an eye the sky 
is clear,
the 
affection couldn't tie the vagabondage,
it's  ad vitam nomadic character,
nobody can chain, escapes
whenever get chance,
no boundary, sky
or earth,
even ocean can't stop its floating, the -
mind of eye is fickle just flows 
toward the slope, difficult
to create the mound,
it wanders day 
and night,
your 
love everlasting, I don't know, how much
that's truth, or myth - - 

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


  
painting by Julie Haskell 

Sunday, 29 July 2012


REVIEW OF IMAGE 

you couldn't stay for awhile, alas
beautiful evening returned
by empty hand, the 
underground 
fragrance
didn't
explicit the internal beauty, the -
feelings remained latent,
however, your sneer
taught me the
realism of
gloom,
once again, life tried to lit the
extinguished chandelier,
the dream citation,
self - review,
together 
all 
create the beautiful design on
the blank canvas of 
life - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

painting by ...  Jim Warren

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE PIOUS PERCEPTION 

perhaps regained the life, 
all the cursed stone,
the flowers are
blooming 
away 
in the crevices, that's your
invisible blessing or
the nature is
performing
 the
authentic role, whatever, a
perception that 
you're 
contained indirect or
indirect way, into
the breath,
your
mercy vision brings the
light into the cavity
of ignorance, 
a trust 
which, unexpectedly, takes
the lid off the boat 
sinking, edge
itself 
comes to touch the 
midstream, life
gets back
the 
eroded coast for survival - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
rock flowers
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Saturday, 28 July 2012


THE SORCERER EYES 

the enchanted sensation, steps are toward
the kaleidoscopic beauty of your love, 
every direction, rising the cloud
of mist, in a dense silence,
an image obscured, 
a lost bliss is 
revealing
the mystery of endless affection, venomous
influence or self - combustion, whatever 
is that umbra, life is eager to see
the infinite depth of your 
heart, perhaps my 
persona is 
passionate to see the palingenesis in your
sorcerer eyes - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 painting by Howard Behrens
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

MAYBE, SOMEONE WAS NEARER 

previous night there wasn't rain, gloomy
sky did not provide the reflection, 
clouds dominated entire 
world of emotion, 
an hanging 
condition between the awakening and
dormancy, dreams returned 
back with empty hands,
they hadn't time
for wait, 
agitated heart and your reluctance to touch 
the conscience, neither permitted to
live nor allowed to die, do not
know what was in her
eyes,I couldn't 
come out
from the fascination, on the chest existed
only smoldering cinders, though
in the midnight the bunch 
of tuberose had 
unfolded the
whorl, 
perhaps scattered the illusive fragrance, but 
except body odor dipped in wet sandal,
I couldn't feel any thing, might be
somewhere last night rain
lashed the mysterious
forest of love - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
  
  art by Mysterious Forest Samiran Sarkar 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Friday, 27 July 2012


THE RISE OF SOUL 

do not know, who has filled the glow, into -
the sinking eyes, unexpectedly the
morning looks more brighter 
with new definition, on
the doorstep 
whose 
affection adorns the hidden feeling, slowly -
enters into the adytum of innermost,
whose shadow surfaced on 
the complete vitality, 
life seems more 
savory than 
before,
do not know, who has changing the attitude 
with golden touch of politeness, all
sense of well - being's emotion
rising from the gloom of 
ignorance, whole 
the world is 
shrinking
in the reflection of humanism, sacred flow is
eager to wipe all egoism, arrogance,
the closed pylons are opening 
itself beyond the labyrinth
of man made, various
philosophy of 
belief or 
way of survival, love has overshadowed all
the myth, imaginations in a wink - -  






 painting by  CAROL TEIGEN WINGARD

Thursday, 26 July 2012

THE ETERNAL FLAME


the prolonged waiting, barren land,
dream which was never seen,
the touch which never
penetrated the
conscience,
affinity
remained only on the mind, couldn't 
come out from the heart, after
that their claim, endless
love, though persona
is injured with
spiny
attachment, a penalty indeed, the
eternal dealing which never
reaches to finishing
point, in the
vision
an ignited pyre, the eternal flame !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
flamboyant flower - no idea about painter 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE HIDDEN BEAUTY


do not go so far, that the resonance can't
come back, in life, everything doesn't
be desired, compromise has its
own glamour, sometimes
distribution of bliss
among the
others,
creates the life more meaningful, assertive,
more harmonious, the smile of alien
or familiar faces prevents the
persona from erosion, 
the trail of life isn't 
so straight,
in every
step 
a new challenge, a new horizon, the sky 
hasn't  the permanent color, the 
cycle of time never stops,
never waits for any 
one, it moves
day and 
night,
between the breath and the season there
should be beautiful agreement,
the art to mold the emotion
accordingly the hidden
aesthetic beauty 
of nature is
the sign
of survival - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
painting by Laura Tasheiko, Maine Artist
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Wednesday, 25 July 2012

THE INDEFINABLE PERCEPTION


there's no compulsion, an agreement
amid the emotion, no one knows,
even nobody can understand
it, a silent agreement
without any
witness
or signature, a formless reverence, an
integrity for each other, the beauty
of truth exists in the heart, the
relationship beyond the
imagination, though
it's  rare, but
touchable,
just
required the solemn of the innermost,
the replete purity of heart - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Paintings By Alexei Antonov 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

AN INVISIBLE  ASCETIC 
beyond the space, perhaps !
somewhere resides,
 that eternal soul,
homeless, 
shapeless, free fascination, -
devoid of illusion,
far from joy 
and 
sorrow, continuing an endless
flight, the comprehensive
variance! unaffected 
by cold and 
summer,
far from the glow of the galaxy,
immersed in its own world
nevertheless,
sees 
everything; present, past, future,
nothing is hidden before
him, prevalent all
but invisible,
recluse,

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
painting by Millie Gift Smith
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

NOTHING WAS HAPPENED 

someone very lonely, going to miss you,
in the silence of darkness, there's
the hidden breath, the broken
drop of tear, something 
glowing substance,
on the lap of
memory,
whatever was the reason of sinking, the 
emotion couldn't  recover after 
separation, in the distance
gone all the shadow,
as lost the 
precious moment of love in the shrub of
the transaction, neither you had 
the interest to find out my 
existence nor my
address was
permanent, 
just on the waves of time everything had
been swept, without any sound, 
as nothing was happened,
night passed in its way,
silently amid the 
dense gloom,
alone - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Night-Sky-
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Tuesday, 24 July 2012

THE SPIRAL FASCINATION


in front of human stature mirror, sitting 
to adorn the external limbs, but 
image inside the frame is 
naked, the flame of 
ego, the ignition
of prejudice,
the screen of artifice; altogether doesn't 
allow to prevail the character, the 
somatic purification was 
easier, but 
somewhere ruffle conscience, the soul 
seeks salvation; in the anxiety is
hidden the atonement, the
familiar with everybody
but unknown to 
himself, 
the strange condition, boundless thirst 
even living in water, not easy to
get out of this love, knowing 
that life is evanescent,
however, 
the endless race behind the mirage, 
nothing than the wastage of
time, life, dynamically
goes toward the
world of 
dreams, continuously from realism to the
extensive illusive sky - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
art  Ring Nebula by Milo Reckow
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Monday, 23 July 2012


SELF CONFIDENCE 

the ebullience of river and waiting of ocean,
amid these two points life learns the 
survival, the game of destiny 
hides the prediction 
below the 
turbulent waves, whenever we ride on the -
boat, maybe an uncertainity emerges
but mast says it's your day, just
float on the direction of flow,
the destination has its 
own priority, you've 
to mold the 
future, 
between the immersion and emerging a 
breath existed for deliverance, and
that's the sign of flickering 
coast, to reach the 
stair of shrine
life learns
self - purification without any philosophy !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
  art by sino origin 

Sunday, 22 July 2012

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JUST STAY A WHILE - - - 

as after fierce summer, deposition
of the clouds, in the north east,
monsoon's signal isn't 
somewhere in 
your eyes, 
again 
emotion going to drench the life, 
isn't leafless tree eager to
touch the water of
the undulated 
lake, in
the hydrous heart, hidden buds have
impatience to bloom, the 
dream says, life has 
still lot of 
potential, again recollecting someone
the pieces of broken 
kaleidoscope, 
why not
be
the elusive night adorn in new colors, 
aspire to live in a new way,
just wait, in some 
moment, the 
full moon
will be
emerged from the valley of wild flower, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
illusive full moon night 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Saturday, 21 July 2012


IN THE MISTY VALLEY 

the painful resonances are returning from the dale, 
it's not illusion, not even a dream, a silence 
of cemeteries, night is slipping away
like an iceberg, the feeling's
liquidity, not knowing 
where it wants 
to take
the body, soul, uneasy conscience, the sinking 
emerging life; a condensate storm in
the innermost, or you're  
standing in the
distant or
a phantasmagoria, steeped in pain, sigh, longing
for the salvation of the soul; losing town, 
house, broken windows, shattered
glass pieces, free bond of
affection neither
close and 
not someone farther; deep isolation, on the body
surface the nameless flowers to be bloom,
not mortification, not alienation,
nor fondness, an
homogeneous
heart, 
freedom from arrogance,the destruction of
haughtiness , self-deliverance, no
light, no darkness, a 
lasting peace, 
earth and 
sky, where consistent, prolong dense fog - - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Artist Ann Brennan
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Thursday, 19 July 2012


THE MYSTERIOUS WHORL

in the mazarine darkness of fragrant twilight,
aren't you near to heart, the restless
vortex is eager to scatter the
intoxicating aroma, in
the remote,
some
stair of dreams alluring the emotion, on the
roof of passion, isn't the flower bed
throwing the fascination trap,
it's your insistence or
life is playing in
the waves
of
destiny, whatever is that, but life is ready to
accept the adventure of night, between
the carnivore flower and the bee,
the love is standing with
self-devotional
torch,
somewhere, before the closing of fleshy
petals, life wants to say it's extreme
dedication, difficult is liberation 
but not impossible, depends
on your individualistic  
effort - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  
painting by Isaac Levitan
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Wednesday, 18 July 2012


BEYOND THE DARKNESS 

in the link of evening and dawn, numeral -
bivouacs changed the definition of
life, some equations were 
broken in the just
beginning,
some
breath last with faded color of flowers, it's  
again the game of destiny or some
thing else, we are in front of 
each other, familiar
jeremiad
and 
complaint, nevertheless, invisible glamour 
or an affectionate appeal says to 
life, that darkness has also 
the hidden beauty of
illumination, a 
flickering
hope, 
an address of extinct destination of future - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
artist CAROL KEENE
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

AFTER THE RAIN 

the penance of years, or the waiting of
depressed eyes forced the sky,
to break the condensed 
ego, the rain lashed
the inner deserts
last night, 
the self produce darkness or the destiny; 
whatever was that, but life didn't 
leave the search of light, 
it was necessary to
war with himself,
after 
defeating the deposited narcissism, the 
heart looks as the crystal clear
water of wild stream, the 
sediments of hatred
gradually 
disappears, and emotion flows with the 
beautiful waves of innovative 
thoughts, in the heart
the tiny plant of 
love, have
been 
sprouted with new hopes, to touch the 
first ray of morning - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
art by Laurie Justus Pace
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Tuesday, 17 July 2012


The River - - 

across the giant river;
nobody knows what's there,
the grove of question marks is 
waiting,a silence of the endless 
desert, some familiar unfamiliar faces,
looking with strange gaze, walking 
toward the mist shrouded path,
the sound of waves crash 
with mysterious way, 
distant memories
are like the 
restless
sea,
sometimes 
nearer sometimes 
in the remote, where's
inhabited your affinity, love,
cordiality, the pledge to live with
indefinitely, a mirage of decade long,
nothing remained stick with the
body, gradually the layer of
affection falling down 
one by one, the 
life is now 
the 
echo nomad; wandering endlessly to 
get a look to persona, which have
been missed in the crowd of
fascination and illusion,
aimless search for 
a blankness or
the eternal
truth - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 


  by artist Darko Topalski