Tuesday 29 November 2011


NO MORE COMPLAINT 

outer of fire radius, ovation of the 
audience, circle point couldn't
show the sound of broken 
heart, life has no option,
choice became then 
just suspension
in the cipher, 
dream jar
was
kept on the center of ceiling as 
the flickering chandelier,
some whit of light 
dropped into 
destiny's 
lap, 
some scattered unclouded -
desires were unlimited
your love was the 
invaluable glow,
illuminated
the life 
to 
some extend, no more complain 
to darkness.

---  SHANTANU SANYAL
Modern-Abstract-art-Painting

Monday 28 November 2011

WHEN SKY SHRINKS 

extinguished ignis looks staid, a little 
blow of wind could burn the 
grassland in a wink, in 
your lip's line, an 
unknown 
stream flows day and night, creates
new potential of life, ever so,
let me to pass over on 
that mysterious 
edge, 
drooping is the fate of bloom, but 
they never forget to smile, 
before sinking the 
emotion, just I
absorbed 
the 
drop of dew which fell down from 
your blue eyes, though it's
difficult to find out the
reflection from that
scattering 
beam,
which flower to be bloomed or not !
silent aspiration just gazed
the starry sky, moon 
appears or not,
who cares, 
the
entire cosmos shrinks in that 
serene cornea, life wants
to stay everlasting 
near that flow 
of love,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Night Sky by EPICHTEKILL

Sunday 27 November 2011

THE INNER FEELINGS

yes, I know, your desire's limitation, the
physical realm, but often truth throws
me in amazement, in the solitude
moment, I look the mirror,
want to give beautiful
deception to my
disappearing
 age,
emerging wrinkles, laxity of muscles, here
you believe or not, I feel fresh, and
this recency brings me near to
your fire annulus, lost vigor
revives itself life wants
more moments to
explore you,
in afresh
way,
moral immoral, nice or worse, scent stench,
let it hide in the pages of mysterious
epics, right now we are alive, why
should waste the time to think
for usual or unusual, when
death is confirmed on
certain day, why too
much discomfort,
let it come in
its way,
tomorrow who knows, your face is on my
chest, life is moving from your breath
to me, apart that the planet is
gloom, a massive cipher,
just feel the love on
that way,
illuminate the heart with inner feelings - -

--  SHANTANU SANYAL

Friday 25 November 2011


THE NOMADIC EMOTION 

on that dim remote, just now mist -
floating up, in the lost valley,
maybe somewhere the 
obscure, vigorless
sun searching 
the night
shelter,
into the deep sigh, wet emotion -
waited for a favor, that 
reconnoiter person
had the weak 
memory,
even 
if he wanted, couldn't introduce -
himself, gazed as a stranger
to long stood silently at 
the door, jaded face
merely opened 
the lip and 
said, 
oh, I'm sorry, most probably I been 
forgotten the direction, my 
destination is existed
into the darkness,
by mistake 
reached 
here,  
I wanted, I couldn't help, life returned
in back foot, all echoes were 
hollow but time didn't fill 
them by moonlit flow,
self- narrative was
incomplete, 
resided
lonely, 
finally sun had became migratory
soul, left all intimacy, 
affections, love - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by - Vladimir Soldatkin

Thursday 24 November 2011


THE HOMOGENEOUS SENSATION

entangled phase of heart, sometimes 
can't think about the outflow, the 
pulsation left my persona 
while hands were 
growing to 
hold 
the overflowing glass, swung out -
drops soaked the heart, it
wasn't the easy to save
the corporeal planet,
so I chose to be 
in love, life 
looked 
on 
that moment prolonged, charming,
the ruined life and shade of 
her eyelids, historical 
scatter of brittle
emotions,
moment
to moment, I was drowning though
the edge wasn't far away, but 
I didn't want to raise, that 
submersion brought 
me in the land of 
enduring
soul, 
the underground cavity illuminated 
by the unknown magnetism, I 
loved the unprecedented
body in aquamarine
darkness, slowly 
conscious
left the 
mind, now everything is diaphanous,
nothing is hidden between us, 
that's the process to feel
each other, to live 
each other in 
way that
no difference amid one another, 
solidarity of body, heart, 
and of course the 
homogeneous
sensation of 
life.


Wednesday 23 November 2011

THE INVISIBLE FLAMES

The flames were within me since born,
it has crossed all the blazing stairs,
day by day, the density of passion
has been exceeded to touch
the horizon line, the chortle of
Ocean couldn't mute   
the fermentation,
on the labia
of coast,
I accepted your disintegrated persona
the pain itself became medication,
do not ask my integral friend
about the conjuration of
fire and water, all the
auguries of sky
were hollow,
as you
have clung to my life in a way that the sky,
itself was folded in the arms, now
the phase of the season waits for
our gesture, to change the
the mood of nature, squirm
of two souls often
creates the
moist
dream in the silence of sweet midnight,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by – passion - Jeff White
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/







Tuesday 22 November 2011


AROUND THE SOUL 

just now eyelids opened, let leave -
sometime hangover, the world 
of glim hasn't returned into 
the perception, do not
please break the
glassy dream,
in the wind
crummy
cotton of bombax ceiba floating with
prismatic beauty, apart sun and
shade life gets you near the 
gentle spirit, on the naive 
flap of sprouted plant,
as a trembling tiny
drop of rain, my 
recreant love
waits for 
your 
baying lips, that would complete the -
meaning of wet- ray of life, here
the winter dawn will fill the 
arms with the incense
of body, a few 
moments 
let your
breath in my chest, by the time you get
close to my heart, until the closed
petals of wild bloom, do not 
release the mysterious 
acme aroma, just
remain around
the soul.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL  
flower painting by zampedroni



Monday 21 November 2011


THE CHESSBOARD 

before reaching on the portal of innards 
caravan left the burg, deserted 
high way looked me very 
strangely, sky had 
been crimped
all spilled
out 
stars, nebula, milky way, of course the 
moon, I searched you among the 
shrinkage of glowing dust, 
the half noggin had 
no trace of your
lip print,
night
seemed jaded, chandeliers were 
gloomy as empty phial of 
exotic perfume, the 
half melted 
dreams 
and 
candles scattered on the chessboard - 
designed floor of life, vanguard 
emotion utilized by you 
inconceivably, now
my persona is 
not lesser 
than 
the infantry man, after defeat standing 
among the crowd of audience,
both sides of victorious 
path, the procession 
passed in the 
luxurious
way, 
you cut off a corner, refused all the -
happening of amethyst 
darkness, erased 
brilliantly the 
familiar 
odors,
no doubt you had won the game of life.

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


Sunday 20 November 2011

FEELING OF BEING ALIVE

flames risen from the ocean, nothing was 
the abnormal, fumes impenetrated 
the sky, its matter of perception,
volcanic combustion or it 
generated from my 
corporal world, 
I know,
the address of derivation, somewhere -
between the tavern and shrine,
my love inhabited since 
the creation, that's
your definition
it's bad or 
good, 
in my glossary, love is gender less -
cognition, a glibness perception,
knows only flowing toward 
the slopes, continuously
embracing the arid,
afflicted, barren 
land, it's
free 
from all the worldly shackles, natural
completely parthenogenesis,
a feeling to adopt all the
universe inner heart,
just the space of 
beauty and 
realism, 

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Saturday 19 November 2011

THE STAIRS

The stairs of life had flimsy sensation,
on the pinnacle of the mountain,
flying thin clouds hang
about for some
moment,
tried to touch your affection, often
missed the beauty of mist, few
wet drops remained on the
chest, emotion born
somewhere
beneath
the lotus stem, matured in natural way,
lucid, coloured wings evolved
silently, in the dawn of
beautiful spring
flew away
swiftly,
from one swamp to the other, heart couldn’t
identify, inclination was toward me
or you have been altered the
persona with dragonfly,
the reflection of
azure clear
sky
created the chimera, between the
two skies, life searched the
realism, before sinking
the sun into the
sea shore,
twilight arranged the bouquet of tube-
rose, crescent moon appeared
as usual, faraway blinking
mica layers had the
limited glow,
later night
consumed all the flickers, consent of
love belated, the glassy surface
broken indeed, but in the
midnight some miracle
happened, before
breaking of
dream,
you have embraced me in a way that
all the closed pod of tube rose
opened the doorway of
cologne, on that
moment,
life couldn’t get down from obsession,

    SHANTANU SANYAL
   


Friday 18 November 2011

THE ARMS UP EMPEROR 


the rugged surface of life, sneer views
of society, all together filled more
vigor of resistant, latent  virility
when woke up I was born
to love you, to feel the
parthenogenesis
sentiment, I
entered
invisibly in your persona, you do not
know that, when hair follicles
from your glassy body
oozed the incense
of my passion,
then to be
you
realized the intensity of everlasting
addiction, on that extravagant
moment you have kissed
madly, subdued my
burning ember,
tried to tame
irruption,
decades long ablaze flame of love -
finally extinguished silently,
you proved the adage
that iron cuts iron,
when the arms
loose the
grip,
the talismanic eyes pulled up the
falling graph of breath, on
that reunion point of
desires, essence
of life said me
heaven is
not an
abstract object, it existed somewhere
between your two lip lines, on
the corner of breathtaking
eyes, as arms up
emperor on the
 battlefield,
I followed the reclusion, left the invasion,



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

Wednesday 16 November 2011


ON THAT FRAGRANT NIGHT :

that bizarre darkness of moonless,
drizzling night, influenced whole
the life, enticed eyes said,
whorl of intoxicated
desires towards
the burst,
the corolla of love wants to spill out”
while my nascent perception
had the inadequate horizon,
a terror to premature
summit, the
unknown
barrier of hesitation, didn’t allow to
touch the wine glass on that
moment, I had controlled
the swarming fervor,
while your remark,
ignited the cell
to muscles,
collected the nomadic fragrance, just
answered, “no it’s too early,
just wait till spring, my
love is raw pot, let
it dry in the sun
light, later
into the kiln, after in your obsession !
afterward, how would be the
decoration, depends on
your heart, let me
grow to that
level,
definitely, one day I will saturate the
body and soul together
just wait for that
moonlit night,”