THE TRANSPARENT VASE 

let's fly jib, clouds backed out, the edge 

smiling in the mist, across the 

valley again blooming the

hawthorn flowers, yes, I

know you're waiting

on the pier's 

stairway, 

the immortal love is emerging from the 

sound of holy conch, the evening

worship dissolving all the 

fidelity into your heart, 

the last ray of sun

searching the 

shelter on 

temple top, the twilight coming down

silently, in implicit way into the 

chest of overflowed river, 

I know, you're sitting 

with passive 

mood,

under the giant old banyan tree, the 

swinging roots feel the sinking 

breath, please go back to 

home, my soul in form

of wet moonlight 

knocking the 

door,

in your courtyard perhaps it's time to 

bloom the tuberose, the depth 

of night becoming denser,

dreams are searching

the beautiful eyes 

to stay as one 

night's 

guest, just keep all bunch of memory in 

the glass vase before

going to sleep - - -   

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Waiting For The Promise - Original oil painting by Elspeth Young 

THE CRYSTALLINE LOVE 

the same craving of materialistic way, out it 

we wouldn't think a moment, come on 

tonight to create the somatic fire 

in a form of moon beam, 

the forgotten zoar of

spiny wilderness, 

waits decades !

heart wants 

to embosom, that neglected shrine of 

emotion, several faces of gloom 

are eager to touch the glow

of sui juris star of late 

night, let try to alter

the life into the 

raw gold,

extraction process of purification is 

eager to embrace the minerals,

who knows one day our 

persona, should be

converted from 

coal to 

adamant, crystalline love required only 

cutting art of divinity to sustain the 

infinite brilliance - - - - 

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

THE RESONANT PERCEPTION 

toward the end of night, the call of sand - pipers 

near the wild lake, reminds the eye cap of 

obsessive moonlight, the herbivorous 

thirst, the predator's conspiracies, 

life has been learnt the arts  

of living in the aquarium !

for your kisses the 

lips were adust,

that's not the

truth, my 

thirst was converted in uncontrolled forest fire!

though in invisible eyes existed the elixir's 

aquarius, nomadic desires 

wandered whole the 

life, unquenchable

spirit didn't

sleep 

a moment, endless chasing to the elusive world,  

I didn't get time to think for me, in your 

veneration or love, I don't know,

persona twisted as a silky

rope, unsolved those 

entanglement 

often 

challenged to survive, to discover the new zenith!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

contemporary figurative paintings, by Richard Baxter

THE AUTUMN WIND

dripping sound nobody listened

last night dew had drenched

the dried meadow of life,

the sky inclined with

beautiful manner

toward the

earth,

in the each particle of planet, a

sensation of potency, the

rebirth of passion is

filled by autumn

wind, on the

leafless

twig

tender sprouts are waiting for

the virgin ray of early dawn,

the somnolent face slowly

making the space on

the chest, touch of

sizzling lips, the

condensed

desire,

in sequence passing through

the muscles, bones, blood,

entire persona now in

dominance of your

thrilling grip,

life going

toward

the totality, from physical truth

to the mist of celestial bliss,

comprehensiveness of

loving soul is the

unexplored

mystery - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  

  Oil Paintings From Asia! - Lambda Art

JOIE DE VIVRE

emerging with ardent feeling, the

midnight revamped itself, the

reflection of starry sky, filling

the heart with multiple

dream, beneath the

shade of moonlit

igneous rock,

two soul

inter-weaved the beautiful designs

of future, the hush of blue dale,

the whorl of aquatic lilies

outspread the flimsy

wet petals, the

dew beads

slipped

gradually one by one from the lips !

the floating leaves hidden some

secret drops, in the porous

stem of bloom, the zeal

of life searches to

preserve the

hydrous

moment of love, the sentinel of

civilization have been slept,

the ruined pillar of near

by shrine, spreads

the lost pleasant

fragrance of

worship,

in the eastern sphere, the ray of

*joie de vivre appears, the

clinched arms slowly

became loose, on

the glowing

faces

the tiny saline drop makes the

frill of completeness - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL

* Exuberant enjoyment of life
art - Atlantic Sunset - unknown source 

THE MARATHON OF DESIRE

the phase of shedding leaves had

have the own beauty, having

the unusual meaning too,

substitutes are always

behind the nature

here just

folios fallen down, or sprout has

pushed it to ground ! process

of filling the blanks is

nothing than a

normal flow,

your

concern, affection, love, anxiety

all together creates the dream,

on the illusive point, heart

desires to touch ,awake

the nascent emotion,

aspires to go the

eternal path

holding

hands,

finally it didn’t work, though the trip

was predefined by us, but the

objective removed the

location just like the

wild stream, often

changing the

edges !

during the summer something else,

in rain with different mood, life

has its own horizons, valleys

drift, gulf, flooded river,

desert, oasis, where’s

the existed secret

to get your love

with entire

loyalty,

for knowing the dialect of soul, my

adoration follows continuously,

behind the celestial beauty,

chasing the mirage of

of earthly body,

trying to get

liberation

from imprisonment of your chimera !

• SHANTANU SANYAL

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  Autumn Painting by Alfred Ng