THE LIVELY DREAM 

someone who comes quietly, in the 

silent night, writes some wet

message on the window 

glass by finger tip, 

in the melted 

emotion 

some beautiful affinity creates the 

the image of your blooming

love, filtered moonlight 

through the lacy 

leaves of 

gulmohar tree searches the refuge,

on the  verandah, I often look 

your aesthetic existence 

on that illusive design,

with unclouded 

beauty and

delicacy

of glassy sculpture, the wakeful 

night snatches my persona,

perhaps it exchanges

with you, in the 

rhythm of 

pulsation I find your presence into

the form of sodden, nocturnal

fragrance of tuberose,

in late night the 

melted

vapor of window panes becomes 

the lively dream - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

window - painting by Allan Kirk 

THE HIDDEN EMOTION 

inner beauty often remains abandoned,

peripheral attraction, and flow of 

emotion are reciprocal, 

amid the critical 

equation and

reality the 

extinction of love becomes fossil, as 

the mangled life enclosed by 

spiny stones, beyond 

the muscles and 

bones life

wants

the infinite pleasure, but very few 

people get it, hidden emotions 

as pure as elixir, anybody 

who has touched 

that became 

immortal.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Flower Paintings – artist jackie Jacobson

THE ULTIMATE BLISS

Far exceeds, a shadow, in his tune sings
the song of guile, some emerging
masks in the latticed light
want to participate
as a chorus,
in the
arch of emotion some seepage of tear
or the vaporized love drops are
glowing, resonant tone
goes through the
conscience,
I know
in such a case, you have forgotten the
mind and run away to touch the
mirage, while on the strings
of breath the life is
singing since
the birth of
earth,  
aside from your ignorance of deep impact
of true love, on the other hand
the beauty of realism, the
passing on the broken
pieces of glass,
how to
explain you, that the ultimate bliss is
contained in the soul, alas you
didn't realize the truth of
fire bath, going
through the
great
lengths of absolute golden age - - - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by - Mikhail Vrubel s creation 

  

WHO KNOWS - - 

somewhere amid the night fog, a 

bleak star emerging on the 

cloudy sky, the life 

again needs 

you, if it's

possible for a while, let to be 

open the gazebo of your

numinous eyes, the

random feelings

wishes to be 

restored, 

in the remote the valleys awake 

with saffrony smile, desires

have gone down in the 

moonlit dreams, like 

confused black 

buck, let to

be lost

the sense of fear in the bushes, 

let's once again, heart wants

tonight, filling your lappet 

by divine flowers, who 

knows, the magic 

of proximity 

again to 

be or not, let the thirsty lips to be 

quenched - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Franz Marc, Deer in the Forest. German Expressionist. 1913

ON THE CLOSED DOOR 

just, come out from the encircled captivity,

the life knocks the door, and you're

unaware of seasonal colors, 

I love you since genesis 

but you're lost in 

another

world, 

in seek of someone, why life to be in 

stakes, the insistence might be

carry you in the darkness 

of oblivion, get away 

yourself from 

such way 

isn't

the solution, rethink a moment for 

smiling again, lose and gain

are the infinite aspects 

of life, whatever is 

on the door 

that's

mine apart is not more than a nice 

dream  - - - 

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

Dream Of Nature Painting by Sushil Tarbar 

THE ETERNAL FLAME 

some feelings that words can't adopt,

stayed below the eyes, not to be 

scattered somewhere, such 

thinking didn't permit 

the clouds though

it passed very

near the 

valley,

some affinity ever, couldn't say the 

origin of wetness, just salinity 

increased on the surface

of life, thirst grown 

every moment, 

arid lips 

finally forgot the art of smile, on that 

dormant emotion heart wants 

infuse the love, the lamp

of twilight are burned

so far, you're

involved 

into 

the flame of breath as eternal  form - - 

-  SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

suzie addicks creation - flame 

THE REPLETION OF LIFE 

it's different matter, that all the stones 

became deity, stone carving wasn't 

my destiny, how much I loved

them it's hidden into the 

cyesis of time, the 

smile of thorns 

neglected 

by dawn, 

but night hadn't bias attitude, it has 

given the gift of some drops

as for blooming the rose!

its role was not so

negligible, 

barbed wires never ask their share 

to lane of flourish, the silence

emotion just loved to gaze 

the maturity of spring,

the fragrance was

his award, the

sometimes life becomes too short to 

complete the mum commitments, 

but that's meaningfulness of 

survival, the repletion 

of true love - - 

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

TWO WORDS 

pain was transient, just for some 

moment, the healing secret

of your eyes teaches 

to live twice, the 

isolation of 

night 

calls constantly some more rays

of moon light, if possible

again let it scatter on

the faded heart, 

life has some 

aspire to 

bloom, little fragrance of 

tuberose just leave 

for me tonight - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
realistic-pink-rose-paintings-oil by Faith Te

THE RECEDE OF HIGH TIDE

on the estuary, river hasn’t the

choice, the ocean seized its

all the emancipation,

the mirror of life

encircled by

the spiny

hedge,

whenever I traversed to touch

the beauty of glowing dream,

left over bruising said, the

stings in affection is the

part of reflection, it

wouldn’t easy to

hide the inner

shadow!

a prolong pain burrowed the

way under the sensitivity

after the breaking of

illusion, for all the

time it’s not to

be ensued

that

life would get accordingly the

heart, prophecies couldn’t

save the scatterings of

emotion, vapor

layer had

the

short realism, in the first ray

of dawn, the vision was

clear, some marks of

kisses on the

chest or

the

glassy goblet reminded the tale

of night, drowsiness slowly

diluted by the floating

sun on the winter

sky, body odor

gradually

liberated from the alien touch - - -

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

  View from Knockamany bends Malin Co Donegal Painting by Stephen Pitt 

THE BROKEN ECHOES 

no I'm not that one, whom you searching,

I've erased long ago by gust of 

time, just a  embodied  

existence, that 

realization 

ever 

inhabited in your humid eyes, the feeling

to love some one without conditions, 

the unpublished poetry of inner

emotion, no I'm not  that 

dream which once

promised to 

bring the

revolution for bleak morning, the jaded

evening, premature death of 

night questioned often

to me why limited

bequest for 

semi 

bloom flowers, though your deceit didn't 

wipe my importance, no I'm not 

that, who can not return, 

my voice has the 

impression 

one day

indeed the broken echoes will get the 

path, may be today is yours - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Echoes of Grandeur - Sudeley Castle

THE MYSTERIOUS TRAIL

the transient night, century old

thirst, how to dwell the firm

sand castle on the coast

of agitated emotion,

who’s calling

from the

far-off,

life pursuing endlessly to touch

the wet echoes, across the

fragranced feeling of

your love nothing

remains to

desire,

then why extinguished flame

still indulged into rising

fumes, the delusion

of dreams pulls

one side

unseen

stoicism holds another end, the

perception goes through

the mosaic labyrinth,

the soul tries the

liberation from

the web of

mirage,

knowingly that on that particular

destination except the cipher

nothing is found, however

the golden antelope

doesn’t care the

trap, it runs

and runs,

unknown to the target of seeker,

life here searches to get the

escape corridor, release

from seductive replica,

freedom from all

the affection,

defeat

follows the mid path of realism,

the end of night brings you

rapidly more near to

heart, sentiment

returns losing

all the ego,

cerebral philosophy becomes –

extinct at last - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  mysterious - painting by Kaer Morhen