Saturday 7 July 2012


THE SURFACE OF REALISM 

at this point, if you want to buy me, you can
but my conscience couldn't be sale, it's
only a self-esteem, which doesn't
permit me to die off season,
I'm  the wild creeper of
ruined temple, able
to survive in the
acute
summer, winter or rain, in every situation, -
I know the need of life, but not so
blind that I will keep every
thing mortgage, my
persona has too
meaning,
maybe
insignificant in your eyes, but it's also truth 
the dimond emerges from the coal, 
need only the connoisseur, 
do not underestimate
the depth of eyes,
in it anyone
who has
dipped never appeared on the surface of 
realism - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  
silvery river, no idea about creator 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

SOME ONE IS THERE - - 

in every direction, only your dominance,
your praising, I'm a fading star of 
morning, however, in the heart 
you've existed with beauty
of purity, everything 
is under your
shadow, 
an eternal love or an immortal creeper -
which have been constricted my
persona, strange hangover
goes through the mind
and soul, I don't
know it's
an elixir drink or wild some belladonna,  
on the point of life and death, often 
I found, the unexpected hands
proceeds to rescue from
sorrow and pain, 
constantly an 
invisible lover gives the unconditional 
support, picks me up with 
smiling face, every
time I've
emerged from the intensive darkness !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Flowers Painting - no idea about painter
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/