Friday, 31 August 2012

TOWARD THE SUBMISSION













the sound of muffled steps, in the silence 
of midnight creates the mystery of 
your obsessive love, blooper
to love you; beyond the 
imagination, 
inflames the persona, but how to leave all 
the endearment, reverie bindings !
somatic equation has its own 
priority I can understand, 
but how to unite the 
soul to soul, for
cerulean 
meeting, the emotion wanders entire night, 
are you on the roof of elusive world,
flirting the hypnotized fragrant
ring, it's now up to you,
to absorb whole 
the pulsation,
accept 
the delicate graph of breath I've nothing to 
submit - - -  

artist's name - no idea 

PRE - DEFINED

ever unclouded sky, sometimes off season 
rain, it's life, attached with uncertain 
chain, all prophecy don't
favor, whenever 
destiny
performs the pre - defined judgement, from
the throne to street isn't the long 
distance, nobody has the 
supreme power to 
stop the ring 
of time, 
the sublime phrase in a single moment turns
to epicedium, nature has its own 
law, no chance for the new
amendment - - 


 painting by Catherine G McElroy 

THE SPELLBOUND MOMENT


the illuminated sky, holding the finger, 
dream brings toward the another
life, feelings are dipped into
the sanctity, the moonlit
trail dipped into the
lemony glow,
emotion 
wants
to get back the innocence past, just far
away from all sorrow, pain, free 
from labyrinth of maturity,
the land of charmed,
without any inter -
fusion,
the raw gold of unexplored mines - - - - - 



art by john atkinson grimshaw 

BELIEVE ME - -


in the profound darkness, some residue is
remained, it's maybe difficult, but not
impossible to search the lost
beam, that promise had 
its own beauty, after
break it doesn't
forget to 
glow,
the wingless flight of my veneration isn't -
accepted the defeat, maybe night
has the long span, but it's not 
everlasting, just wait for
somewhere on the 
morning sky -
line,
I'll meet you - - - believe me - - - 

ART- dark night - source unknown.jpg

Thursday, 30 August 2012

DO NOT SAY AU REVOIR - -

in the glaucous beautiful night, who 
seeks account of breath, the 
shadow asks the address 
of my existence, 
your affection
has 
the elusive effect, the self step sound 
creates uneasiness, in the rustle
of curtain, somewhere your 
love floats with magical
aroma, though in 
the backyard,
nocturnal
flowers yet, do not open the aromatic 
corpus, the heady moonlight
fills the intense hangover,
mind searches, don't
know what, the 
life suffers 
with 
inconclusiveness, extensive vacuum, 
a perception of losing the 
something special, 
though every 
thing is
nearby in its place - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by Christian Skredsvig





  

THE INNER BEAUTY

that beauty which is inherent in the depth 
of heart, makes the life meaningful,
creates the overall aesthetic
touch, sharing the purity
of smile doesn't
need a single
penny 
but it reacts as the spellbound fragrance !
goes through mind to conscience,
ever come out from the self
circled planet you'll sure
get the destination
of peace and 
adoration, 
the 
life isn't limited to four walls, self centered
perception will demolish the persona,
just for one day, try to look from
the vision of hydrous eye,
many faces are 
awaited 
for your generous look, blooming smile - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Sue Pruett MDA
     
 

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

THE SILENCE


the silence - which shakes the inner world,
do not gaze me on that way, the gain
and loss are the part of life, it's
not less, that your love has
taught me the meaning
of life, a pain which
brings toward
the
tenderness, amid the troubles, the smile -
appears as the flicker of firefly, let 
allow to homecoming, injured
emotion wants a shelter 
of night, the dream
has it's own 
priority
but
isn't true that for survival that's significant,

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Paintings Art by Tomas Sanchez from Cuba

Tuesday, 28 August 2012

EVER AGAIN

are you still waiting for miracle, though 
spring has passed away, in the 
plaintiffs the saffron have 
been dried, but 
something 
doesn't
faded, and that's the fragrance of your 
eyes, there's freshness of love so 
far, existed in the wind of 
twilight, life doesn't 
ready to accept 
the realism,
while mirror has refused to recognize !

- SHANTANU SANYAL  
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Saffron Mancha

Monday, 27 August 2012

UNPUBLISHED

in the game of hide and seek, willingly 
you had chosen the part of search, 
since that, I've been remained
in the isolation waiting your
surprise, years have 
converted in the
decades, 
neither you've reached to touch the point
of conscience nor I've broken the 
promise of anonymity, silent
agreement of eyes never
unfolded the secret 
of love, all the
mysteries 
existed in the depth of unsolved emotion,
and that profundity of feeling always
forced to love you more than 
life - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
no idea about painter - cathching the light 

Sunday, 26 August 2012

THE RYTHM OF PULSATION

the image wasn't the real, I asked
many times, the speechless
mirror just looked with
surprise, I tried to
remind that
my
existence is within your conscience,
how, you'll remove me from
the depth of transparent
realism, my fidelity
has the intense  
attachment,
it's
not possible to erase my echo from 
the rhythm of pulsation - -

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

Saturday, 25 August 2012

BEYOND THE HORIZON

extensive blue awning, again calls, the 
traveler has to walk on the path of 
unsolved conundrum, the fun
is hidden in the depth of 
labyrinth, the fickle
weather and 
numerous
aspires, life desires to touch innovative
dimension, if every thing will be on
the doorstep, then the meaning
of survival is nothing, the 
unexplored planet 
challenges 
openly,
a great deal is waiting on the trail of 
life - - - 

Henry Peeters Rockford Trail Painting

Friday, 24 August 2012

THE CHASTE EMOTION

gradually, the plunged earth emerged from 
the endless depth of hydrous darkness,
revealed of sun with innumerable 
flames from the womb of 
cumulus, the life 
welcomes 
the 
beauty of immaculate morning, the serene 
love of nature, communicates the
euphoria for survival, each 
and every particle gets
back the meaning,
the wave of 
love, 
compassion, fraternity, humanity searches 
the origin of your existence, to receive
the blessing for purification of 
conscience, interiority,
the refinement of 
persona,
life desires to go toward the path of sanctity,

natural painting by Jeff Clow

Thursday, 23 August 2012

THE ENDLESS SEQUENCE

 that, adjuration wasn't the prim, however
you've broken, on that plumbaginous
twilight, the unconditional love 
was exchanged by us, 
the revolt had the
protean out -
look, but
we gladly accepted, under the banyan -
grove, witnessed by the strange 
earthen lamp, treaty of life
and death, in the dim
light, I had found,
a beautiful 
quatrain was emerged on your face,on 
that captivated moment, the 
engrossed body and 
soul hadn't time
to think, 
then
when and how, we separated, do not 
know, but life was left in an 
endless sequence of
breath - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
painting by Ivan Shishkin 1
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Wednesday, 22 August 2012

THE UNTRACEABLE - -

yes, I've to go far away, through the 
helical path, in the remote of 
mysterious valley, near
the conspirator 
river, to 
get 
the address of extinct ocean which 
have been turned to desert, 
I don't know, eventually
I'll find the last rain,
once together
we've 
enjoyed the redemption bath, applied 
the perfume of immortality, shared
the ignition of fire womb, and
signed on the touchstone, 
an agreement of the
endless treaty,
something
wasn't
favorable or destiny has withdrawn the
promise, the body and soul didn't
become the gold, one altered  
into the soil another flew 
away with wind, alas!
that incomplete 
union 
remained unsolved as a mystic love -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Fusionartist Rassouli’s painting 

Tuesday, 21 August 2012

THE SOFT REFLECTION


autograph of night was tearful, option hadn't
near the life, it's happened many times,
those nightmarish darkness, and 
submissive persona, the 
unwanted treaty 
signed by 
life, 
but it doesn't mean, everything has ended, -
somewhere out, there was light in the 
shadow, the address of morning, 
those flickers lifted the tiny
pieces of dream, once 
again the mirror 
appeals,
in the soft reflection, your love appears with
new dimensions - - - 

painting by Graham Cox

Monday, 20 August 2012

BEYOND THE SPACE


 in the mist of emotion, I've searched 
your existence, my soul will follow
until the edge of space, the 
somatic termination is
not the sign of 
release !
an endless chase wouldn't be allowed
you to breath freely, in everywhere
you'll find an umbra of my love, 
it's not so easy my dear to 
evasiveness, in each 
sigh, my image 
will be 
before your eye, it's may be another -
matter, but willingly too, you 
couldn't emancipate my
presence from the 
labyrinth of 
breath,

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


dream - painting by Randall David Tipton.jpg

THE BEAUTIFUL PLANET


maybe you've thought, that without you -
the life is stranded, that's myth, in
each step I've learnt the recoup,
it's natural, time heals all the
wounds, your love isn't
my destination, it 
has limited 
impact,
my dream has pervasive colors, desires
to contain whole the universe in the
heart, though it's the creation 
of delicate fibrous feeling,
but it joins easily to 
everybody, the 
sapour isn't
an aim !
dream would be fructify on that particular
night, when everyone will feel the 
pleasure of intrepidity, out of
any faith or philosophy,
a mass emotion of
humanity - - - 

painting by  Carol Keene

AT ALL EVENTS


oath to live and die together, do not -
repeat again and again, that
ambition which makes
the life the thirsty
deer running
behind
the
mirage, ends only on the minus world,
those dreams of early morning 
adores the persona, it's 
not necessary that all
dreams have the 
destination, 
some 
drop of dew hidden in the heart of -
petal's whorl, that's transient 
stay or your love for me, 
whatever is that
perception,
absolute
truth 
remains on the lap of burning pyre, it's
realism of life, every tear drops 
wasn't the pearl, each secret
of smile wasn't the cordial
beauty, every touch 
wouldn't be the 
the healing
touch, 
however life survives at all events - - - - - 

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

Sunday, 19 August 2012

THE TRUE PRAYER


too far, I know you will not be able
to go along me, anyway, as
much as you've walked,
thanks for that, from
here begins the
smoldering
path,
a melted emotion to crimp all the
rigid views, making ashes to
hatred, prejudice, brutality,
is it the supreme faith,
which makes the
unfettered
human,
I'm afraid to follow that path which
doesn't value the humanity, 
isn't it the way to hell
walking on the 
bleeding 
belief,
isn't possible to change the heart 
after looking people whine, 
what's that philosophy
which can't change
the mind, what's
use of that 
orison
which is not begged for others - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
prayer1

Saturday, 18 August 2012


THE WORSHIP 

it's not transient matter of emotional 
bonding, feeling someone in 
persona with integral
form of love, not
so easy my 
dear to 
reach on that imperishable zenith, a 
single life isn't sufficient to 
perform the ritual of 
that immortal 
worship,

- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by Thomas Kinkade

Thursday, 16 August 2012

THE POSSIBILITY

across the oceans, perhaps inhabited
the land of seven colors, before
the day break it glows
with new hopes,
someone
by sotto voce knocks the door, and -
keeps the bunch of smiles,
on the threshold, the
fragrant morning
welcomes
the
indomitable spirit, life prepares to
face innovative challenge,
in the meeting point
of dream and
realism,
the
horizon of new possibilities always
diffuses arms - - -

SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by Kathleen Bergstrom
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Wednesday, 15 August 2012

THE RELATION OF BREATH

let's once again weave the dream,
the uninspiring colors of
emotion are eager
to bloom, life
desires
to
create a live painting of love and
fraternal pigments, let's
try again to share
the pain and
sorrow,
the
question of survival isn't the matter
of personal, your life isn't
differ than me, same
pulsation, the
same
the graph of breath wants to touch
the horizon of bliss, nothing
is separate because
we are the same
product of
uniform
frame,

SHANTANU SANYAL
  painting by NINA ROBINSON 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/ 

Monday, 13 August 2012


THE RIGHTS TO BLOOM 

the perception which can arise from the 
depth of latent soul, that every face
has the certain quality, only 
needs the blooming 
environs, and 
a touch 
of affectionate support, no doubt one -
day that persona will scatter the 
hidden fragrance, that's the
symbol of humanism, 
beyond the ethnic
linguistic 
introduction, an outlook that everybody
has the equal rights to blossom,
without waiting for spring, 
just let the open, all 
self-centered
door,
make the planet more beautiful than 
the dream - - - 

SHANTANU SANYAL

Friday, 10 August 2012


TOWARD THE ENTIRETY 

do not tie me in unknown chain,
calling from far away all the
beauty of nature, the
cascade of crazy
flow, dripping
drop drop
the thin
cloud
on the blue valleys, blooming
again the bluish wild
flowers, random,
on the green
meadow
of
emotional surface, on these
moments, life becomes
eternal full with the
contentedness,
a link amid
the body
and 
soul, brings toward the entirety - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by Robert Ballance 

Thursday, 9 August 2012


THE MYSTIC INN 

above the *penta theory nothing would be 
remain, the golden somatic world 
has to melt one day without 
leaving the remnant, 
I know even
your 
love wouldn't be able to stop the last - 
departure, the ultimate truth is
the final destination, the 
flowering grove -
valley has to
shed,
only the fragrance of nice deed has
the perpetual age, otherwise 
every thing is nothing 
more than the 
mystic  
illusion, evanescent life, a temporary 
inn of one night - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Painting by Jeff White
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/
* penta theory is based on Hinduism, believes that everything is made up of five elements, or building blocks: earth, water, fire, air, and ether. after death nothing remains.

Wednesday, 8 August 2012


THE REAL VENERATION 

contracted in itself isn't the life, ever 
for a day, an attempt to live for 
some other, that pleasure
has its own unique 
glamour, the 
meaning
of 
life wasn't to move on own created -
circle, across the fire curve is 
existed way of salvation, 
the basic mantra 
is nothing 
than 
the reading of truth reflection, the
process to recognize himself, 
looking image in the 
crystal clear 
water, 
how much transparency contained
on the swirled waves, that's 
the main thing, wining 
to conscience 
is real 
victory, after looking hydrous eyes
of others, if pain doesn't knock
the heart, it means that 
barbarism still 
remained
into 
the emotion, required resurgence to 
complete persona - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
 courtesy - Beekman fine art
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/