SOME OTHER MOMENT

lifelong commitment wasn't so so easy,

however, she didn't break my illusion;

definitely she held my hand, at

every juncture, it's different

matter, how much was

the passion, going

into the depths

of the heart

was not

so

easy; hence I considered it a game of

luck, and who won and who lost in

the game, I do not know; but

it's true; that, in her love 

losing everything

else, isn't it a 

victory,

perhaps one day, life will ask to destiny !

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

bunch of bloom - china painting 

ON THE TIP

Those feelings were denser than the clouds,

that perception didn't change, though I've
tried to melt my vigor as wax in her
love, but somewhere in the night
betrayed, it ended before
the change of emotion
to flame, droplet
of passion
remains
on the
tip
of leaf, petals were keen to touch it the entire night, -
but didn't succeed, as the whorl of ethics never
allowed to do so, it slept with buried
aroma into the chest - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE INTENSE NIGHT 

in the seizure of those eyes, life, 

seems to be pretty than 

imagination, in 

every step

a new

freshness,

every moment, a new hope, the

renewed vigor, be scattered

like flower porridge

in the stony

paths,

in every direction, waking dreams,

everything beautiful, aromatic

feelings, melting moment;

with impulsive flame, 

the emergence

of full moon

gradually - - - 

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

Moon Rising over Fog Clouds Painting by Elliott Daingerfield 

The Tacit Agreement 

Over us was not a condition,

a tacit agreement,

an aspire to get wet in the 

moonlight; desire 

to know each other,wish to

emigrate in the eye,

a lifetime promise to walk 

together, the inner

amalgam of the body and 

soul, the uniformity 

of breath and nerve flowing

a shared pledge for

fidelity, an imprint of love

keeping on the heart,

we've signed the life's blank 

paper of emotioN - - 

- Shantanu Sanyal
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

MoonlitSpring - Artist Caroline Putnam Fine Art Oil Paintings.jpg

ALAS; THEY CAN - - 

no; they didn't understand my feelings,

they of course stayed, for awhile,

looked me a glance, smiled

too, with mysterious

shadow, some

moments;

hovered over the mountain peak, and

suddenly floated away to different

direction, leaving behind the

aridity, emptiness, the

combustion of

intensive

pain,

that was love or the nomadic clouds,

often thinks the heart, emotion

wandered behind the 

peeved rain 

shower,

day

and night to convince its need, without 

that, maybe the land of dream 

to be converted in barren,

emotionless, the 

dratted land, 

alas !

they can understand - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
ARTIST PHOEBE BRUNNER 

THAT’S DESTINATION - -

the truth of life inhabited in the colors of

diversity, the charm of moonlit lattice

having its own beauty, however

it’s depend on the individual;

how to clasp the root of

opportunity, nobody

will offer the stair,

the self effort

is the only

key

to open the closed doors of destiny, the

often falling down spider, doesn’t

lost the hope before the day

break; the web gripped

the bloomed entire

canopy, even

dew drops

decked

its

creation with aesthetic beauty - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
  
  

  Berenice Pliskin – Painting on Silk

TODAY JUST SO - - 

do not launch; the same old thing of

pain and sorrow, life needs, a

new style, a new

realization,

some

untouched horizon, some innovative

feeling beyond the dreams,

few reflection of dew

drops, a little

bliss of

your

enchanted behold, the flowing aroma

from your magical eyes, drop 

by drop - - 

- shantanu sanyal

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Paintings by Cecil Kennedy 

THE MOONLIT JOURNEY

Away, far away; on the extensive
terrain, the moonlit night
scattering the mystic
beauty of your
eyes, the
heart
throbs in a drowsy way, slowly
holding hands by you; the
waves, unseen travels
across the ethics
of somatic
limits,
drop by drop falling the residue
of floating clouds, grand sky
opening the celestial
archway with
galaxy
of
artistic beauty, all over the place;
the dominance of your love
creates the astonishing
occurrence, life gets
on those moments
the ultimate
aspiration,
the fragrant breath surrenders on
the impatient lips, the sleepy
emotion writes the rhyme
of absolute ecstasy,
in the whisper
of docile
wind ;
dulcet melody is echoing abruptly!

    SHANTANU SANYAL

    http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
    artist Armand Cabrera

• 
  

THE PAUSED STEPS 

how to explain; the secret of hydrous eye,

whole the life, the emotion walked 

on the ablaze path; after that; 

somewhere melted the

clouds condensed;

on the sky of 

my

chest, It's wet land of dreams; little tread 

carefully, a very delicate surface; 

more fragile than glass; 

in a little sound;

might be 

broken,

the

life desires your vital, blessed plosive -

proximity - - 

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

art by Barbara Rosenzweig

THE MYTH OF PERFECTION

do not think about the conclusion,

it’s only the beginning, let it be

untitled, just now canvas

pinned on the frame

of emotion, still

wet brush

has to

move on the crystal clear surface !

time will be the only decision

maker; until then, just try

to win the heart’s

pulsation, it’s

a matter

amid

the dream and realism, no body –

knows exactly; in which track

resides the destiny, and

which direction exist

the luminous eyes,

a labyrinth

path

asks often the address of intention,

the dark and light are the

undivided truth of life,

on the gray shade

I’ve searched

your love

eternal ;

though it’s not so easy, but it creates

the natural beauty, completeness

is the hypothesis, nobody can

claim the title of absolute

perfectionist, the error

is the sign of

humanity - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  awesome paintings no idea about creator 

THE UNKNOWN SHADOW 

neither the earth or the sky, in the center

of the great emptiness, the pause,

that some abstract power, or in

uncertainty the pendulous

a piece of planet,

in efflorescent

center of aesthetic emotions, arises the

divine beauty, compassionate eyes,

liberal mind, the global affinity,

creedless smile, in the

chest encompasses

all, with the

consistent outlook, thats a priest of truth

and beauty; who graciously donates

the blessing immense,condition

is just so; that conscience 

should be under his 

shadow - - 

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

MORNING GLAMOUR 

THE GAZELL EYES

a little more trust, needs the kinship,

after that; touch the static feeling,

a few drop of dew; let drip the

sky, later dissolve the aridity,

until then keep the thirst

alive, still monsoon

doesn’t strike on

the blue hills,

as nervous

gazelle’s

eyes; life is in search of sanctuary, let

the cloud to be float; touching to

the peak of mountain, musk

should be scattered in

the wind, it’s too

earlier to sign

the silent

treaty,

moon has just emerged above the

sandal woodland; let it to be

sink into the perfumed

illusive night; later

on; touch my

innermost

with

the absolute enthrallment - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  art by Linda Woodward 

ARRIVAL 

your arrival; creates

the spring into 

the heart,

what's 

matter; if external 

environs under

the grip

of summer, 

that amazing sentiment;

fills the colors on

the canvas

of life, 

every thing looks the 

beautiful, emotion

sheds the pale

leaves to 

pick 

the tender dreams - - - 

- shantanu sanyal

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Natalie’s paintings 1

THE NIGHT SHELTER

the firefly's pernoctation, temporary halt,
on the jasmine pavilion, last night 
emotions were walked, with
the aromatic flavor, a
trance, got
descend from the heart; and instinct -
was soaked by passion, a
sympathizer or a
shadow;
whatever was that, soaked the spirit
with profundity, that healing touch;
filled the unseen wounds, all
the upset dreams, slowly
sheltered in the open
inn of sleepy
eyes - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Natalie’s paintings

Natalie’s paintings

SURVIVAL IN THE STORMS

Sometimes; come out from the

the dream sequence, the realism
of life has beauty too, the
blossom amongst the
spines are also the
reality, the
hydrous
eyes aren’t the only sign of the
sorrow, in the contentment
occasionally; overflows
the teardrops, on
the edge of
sky, a
line of flickering isn’t the signal
of ending night, whatever
condition applied the
time; in each twist
having the many
possibility;
that
turning point; where life had lost
the source of fragrance, from
the same juncture, a new
whorl opens the petals,
life gets the path
unexpected,
far away
the
destination calls continuously; it’s
again the inauguration of new
mission, the challenge has
its own glamour, there
wouldn’t be a thrill,
if each thing
would be
in the
doorstep, endeavor to touch the
the sky fills the colors in life,
between the dream
and your love, I
find out
the
meaning of survival in the storms!

    SHANTANU SANYAL

• 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  artist Eugene Garin