Thursday, 31 January 2013

THE UNDERLINED EMOTION - -

intensive silent, desolate path, moony 
evening, but your presence in the 
life, makes the difference, 
emotion blooms 
with some 
possibilities, a drenched feeling tries
to overcome the flaming fire of 
pain and sorrow, disdain 
of time, disapproval
of world, all
together,
though chase to the persona, however
I don't know why, the lively emotion
never sinks into the megrims,
life explores imminently 
some underlined
mysteries,
some 
beautiful moments of your love, some
fragile touch, few sever embrace, 
silenced stories of the 
quivering lips,
many 
more unmentioned swirl of emotions !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
  
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Artist David Winston 

Wednesday, 30 January 2013

THE MERGER - -

Reality exists in your heart,
reflection appears 
from the eyes,
the face 
reveals all the truth, you - - 
can't hide the tangle 
of mind,
somewhere, you've lost the 
nights sleep, peace of 
the conscience, 
the value 
of existence, a mirage or 
wandering of the soul,
which is parting 
you, from 
yourself,
I was before contained, - - 
in your persona, I'm 
still included in 
your breath,
it's different matter that 
you do not know,
but, my love 
is an 
infinite shadow, chases 
day and night!
In sleep 
or awakening every minute, 
every second, I've been
merged in you - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Karen Peikert 

Tuesday, 29 January 2013

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Monday, 28 January 2013

THE BILK OF SHADOW - -

many times it's happened, a mutism  
itself says the inner agony, 
despite wishing to 
stop the spill
of eyes,
the 
face proclaims all sotto emotion, the 
life searches the transient 
console, sometimes 
in eyes of 
alien,
sometimes among the familiar faces,
it's again the matter of fate,
before sinking the stars 
the caravan gets
the address
of inn 
or not ! the exploring of someone your
own isn't difficult but it's not
necessary that heart 
will match with
stranger,
an uncertainty always existed in travel,
shacking the hands with 
somebody, doesn't
mean that it's
infinite 
agreement to walk together for entire - 
night, who knows in which 
turn, the shadow
will bilk !
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Artist Mary Arneson 

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Sunday, 27 January 2013

THE CRUMBLING SAND DUNES - -

anything isn't perm, the crumbling
sand dunes of wild waves, 
everything floating
towards the 
uncertain destination, do not - - 
claim beyond the 
imagination,
who 
knows, that when the string of - - 
breath will break, just 
let the affection 
as the 
scripted poetry on the river bed, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Maximo Pizarro

Saturday, 26 January 2013

THE EROSION - -

containing multi erosion, the persona of 
mine, became the sharp edge, 
deranged flow of desire,
allures me again 
and again, 
it's your 
feral love, or abstruse persistence to - -
alter my existence into the fine
sand, whatever is in your 
heart, it's up to you,
but beautiful 
dreams 
always manage to grow with peerless
bloom, on the rugged chest !
often, moonlight has
amplified the 
fragrant 
emotion, and that's reason, the life - - 
waits the collide of unbridled
waves - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Sarah Ellen Reay art 2 

THE MIST OF TIME - -

flowers will bloom again tomorrow, 
as usual, season doesn't
wait for anyone, 
everything 
will be 
in its place, flow of time has its - - 
own commitment, the graph 
of morning and evening
goes non stop, 
commas 
are the mood of sky, ever clouded 
sometimes crystal clear, life
in all condition has to 
accept the term 
of silent
compromise, an endless process
to emerge from the mist 
of time - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Sarah Ellen Reay Art 

Friday, 25 January 2013

THE SHORT TERM EXISTENCE - -

I do not know why, you still awaiting 
the comeback of past, which 
can't  be repeated, that's 
not a season of 
bloom,
the exchange moment of breath, -
the swear to live together 
a lifetime, some 
wet dream,
some 
soaked desire of aqueous eyes,
let it be covered under the 
mist of emotion, 
everything 
in life
is not desired, age of dew drop - -
lets are short, a distance
of few moments,
amid the
faded 
darkness and the tender sunlight - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Rita Squier



Thursday, 24 January 2013

THE ENDLESS WAIT - -

neither the moonlight is the solidary, 
nor the moon, reflection of 
your love, it's the 
forced 
agreement amid the life and night,
I'm somewhat incomplete,
after meeting you, 
maybe you've 
robbed 
the saturation, it's jaded persona of
mine, or mellow stinger left
over the body and 
mind, a 
groan with aspire to live, the sweet 
venom has its own influence,
neither it extinct, nor it 
lively, a feeling 
without 
you, alike miles long, fathomless
depth of pain, the endless
smoldering emotion,
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Heavens Light - artist TONY GROTE 

Wednesday, 23 January 2013

THE SOLE PURPOSE - -

hazy shade every step, everywhere 
uncertainty, however life
eternally dynamic,
do not ask, 
trail 
of my destination, sometimes the -
gloomy clouds, sometimes, 
intensive sustained 
rainfall,
my existence molten in the spines,
emotions moving bare feet,
whether it be fire, or 
the pointed
bushes 
stacks, proceeding is the only the
sole purpose, in a crowd or
alone departure, just 
moving on - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by Don Wright 

Tuesday, 22 January 2013

THE PAUSED MOMENT - -

a desire to infinite peace, and seamless 
blue ocean, life again seeking the 
missing tidal wave, a strange
perception doesn't
allow emotion
to rest, 
again somewhere, dreams alluring the 
eyes to deep sleep, the mystic
fascination of your love 
drags the persona
towards the 
moment 
of pernoctation, a potent silence again 
proceeding to the life - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Sea Shore - no idea about painter

Monday, 21 January 2013

THE SUNSHINE OF MY PART - -

whatever is the cause of smiling, we've 
learned to live in thorns, do you 
believe it or not, we've 
learned to flow
with 
contrary the wild stream, the sky may 
not be generous, we've learned 
to keep the dew in the 
heart, it's hard 
to keep 
the 
distance from the reality, hence we've
adopted the desert as homestead,
clouds have its own maybe 
compulsions, we've
learned to live
together
the 
mirage, life isn't that complicated - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/  
loral cactus 

THE ENIGMATIC NIGHT - -

a frozen silence amid us, a standstill 
path of smoldering emotion, 
the miles long the 
profound 
night, 
in these paused moment, do not go 
far away, wait for some time, 
life wants to unfold 
some woven 
web !
let be melt the layer of passionate -
dream, still morning has no 
fixed location, the 
desire of 
heart
is maverick, wandering aimless, a 
haven is needed in your 
cool deep eye !
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  

Painting by Charles Morrison
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Sunday, 20 January 2013

THE COLORED PASSION - -

breath of the night was the cumbersome,
anyway, promise fulfilled by the 
dawn, spilled some color
on the grand blue -
canvas, now
the life 
regaining the refreshed feeling, some -
unfinished dream, few semi -
blooming flowers are 
still strived, to 
get the 
meaning, some beauteous destination,
in the remote again emerging 
with fragrant definition,
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/


JUDITH KINGSLAY ART

THE COMEBACK - -

some pains have their own tacit sensation,
without saying it says a lot, the face 
helplessly reveals all the 
broken spirit, 
it's hard 
to hide the matter of heart, the mirror often
actuates, to share the inner secret,
and that scrapping brings 
the life towards 
the latent 
amber, 
somewhere life gets the art of emergence,
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Art - Likeness By Sydni

Saturday, 19 January 2013

THE SHRINE GATE - -

in the offstage, somewhere the distressed
emotion stands silently, often, life
searches the reason of 
your smile, a drop
which can 
alter
the deserted world of heart, ever for that - -
moment, conscience waits in the 
darkness for a dealer of 
dreams, do not 
close the 
gate 
of shrine, it's legend or reality, hard to say - 
but it's definite, some shimmering 
edges are existed in your 
sinking eyes - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting-by-madart- megan-duncanson

THE HIDDEN OPTION - -

ever in the arms, the comprised sky !
empty hand sometimes, slid off 
the edge, life is the name 
of rising falling wave, 
ever circle of 
familiar 
faces, sometimes, the loneliness of
centuries, do not look me 
in a way that I lose 
myself, some
option 
should be before sinking, somehow 
life desires to absorb the 
tender rays of 
aliphatic
dawn !
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Casey Rasmussen White

Friday, 18 January 2013

THE MAKESHIFT CAMP - -

do not hold me to yourself, I'm stream
flow, wouldn't be ceased, an 
emerging spring to 
overflow,
do not dissolve me into your emotion,
I'm an unleashing sublime sky,
carrying extensive 
leniency in the
heart, 
restless for scattering as the cool - -
moonlight, do not brace me 
in your compressed 
arms, I'm nomad
from birth, 
wishing 
to traverse all man made boundaries,
do not love me to more than 
yourself, I'm fetterless 
passion, wouldn't
be stay in 
your 
bounded terms, I'm the liberated - - 
soul, I haven't the permanent  
address - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
garden2- no idea about painter 

WHO KNOWS - -

from your abysmal eyes, some dreams 
are peeking with new definition, 
the variable season has 
its own compulsion,
who knows 
the 
illusive night will forget again, the path
of morning, let collect some 
moonlit perception 
dipped in dew
droplets, 
who 
knows, the last oclock's desire, other - 
wise, an emptiness somewhere,
will be remain in the life - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art - moonlit evening by Linda Mutti 

THE READING OF FACE - -

I've to go in that wet perception, where 
inanity loses the gravity, the life gets
some amazing meaning of 
beauty, a charming 
emotion rises
from the 
imperturbable conscience, everything
looks refined from the innermost,
pseudo coating doesn't
halt on the surface,
it falls as the 
autumn
leaf one by one, body and mind gets - 
the gloriole of truth, emotion 
absorbs primness of 
new leaf, the 
life gets 
the self sense, a feeling to read the - -
anguished face of others - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Ewan McAnuff 

Thursday, 17 January 2013

THE CONSPIRACY - -

in the soft, descending light of evening,
life stands alone on the stairs of 
age, thinks a lot, far away 
in the bank of arid
river, the 
shattered sun searches the lumpsum -
shelter, for a night, the jaded 
body and injured soul
often talks silently,
calculation of
past and 
present, often get confusion, infantile 
emotion erases the crooked
color lines, on the dark
slate stone of 
night, amid
the nocturnal blooms and dreams - - 
have some conspiracy, before
the moon rise, the scent
of your affection 
doesn't
open the verticil of delicate feelings !
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
colored sky 2

Wednesday, 16 January 2013

THE INTERSECTION AXIS - -

nothing remains eternal, then why
the thirst of centuries, what's
this yearning of day 
and night, 
neither
the castle nor the multicolored - -
glasshouse will be abiding,
do not know why, the 
riddance is so 
hard from
the illusive dreams, it's your vibe
profound or my cognition 
of card house, all 
together little 
matted, 
amid us is the transparent wall -
or the leasing inanity, the 
spread hands often
returns with 
nothing,
but somewhere an invisible bond
holds the soul, that's maybe
your love or my body
doesn't accept
the defeat,
every 
breath searches the drop of bliss,
it's esoteric, how to know, 
in which axis your 
consent is 
existed, 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/


impression art.jpg

Monday, 14 January 2013

THE BLOOMING MOMENTS - -

a commitment which doesn't permit 
life to be gloomy, hence, every 
morning it blooms with 
lot of potential,
every 
moment has its own value, so it - - 
smiles hiding all the hydrous
feeling into the heart, 
life goes towards
unexplored
horizon,
in search of new destination - - - -
* * 
-  SHANTANU SANYAL  
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Anna Razumovskaya

THE REPLETE AMALGAM - -

how far we've reached, how far we've to go,
now it's absurd to think, in this solitude, 
nobody except us, an endless
journey, the gap amid
body and soul
remained 
negligible, from here return, isn't possible, -
now you're not you, my persona too 
dissolved, this integral meeting
has its own charm, walking 
over the galaxy or on 
moonlit waves,
guessing
isn't easy, just an erotomania drags us, do
not know where, neither unleashing 
sky nor the earth's flaming
passion, nevertheless,
you're lived in me,
I'm lost in you, 
and that's
reality of absolute amalgam of smoldering
love - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL  
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Artist- Alexei Butirskiy.jpg

THE SNARLS OF HEART - -

doesn't know, who is that, beautifully 
knocked on the door, and in a 
blink, disappeared from 
the eyes, remained
some unseen 
drops of 
lavender water, few fragrant feelings 
in the threshold, in the shadows
of evening, I've searched 
your implied face,in 
the grove of 
tuberose, 
the mystic darkness and your love - - 
looks more reciprocal to each
other, my soul wanders 
with unquenchable 
thirst from one
end to 
other, the steeped in mist, the valleys 
of emotion, the bottomless 
depth of obsession,
doesn't know
the end, 
the centuries old diversion, intricate
into the multi snarls - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by R C DeWinter 

THE INNER PURITY - -


stone or flower, seen beauty - 
in everything, tangible or 
intangible, the same 
pattern is seen in 
every particle,
nothing is
beyond pure heart, all religions 
are contained in, no matter 
what's  philosophy !
if no humanity
nothing 
will exist in the beautiful planet.
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Stone-Flower