THE UNPARALLELED COGNITION

  

I don't know the reality, but truth revealed 

too late; that you've loved me, more 

than yourself, and it's the 

concealed question !

is it possible,

or a myth

of 

consolation, whatever reason was in the

darkness of backstage, it has full

fascinated my persona and 

allured me to accept 

the venom for 

long life

after

the death, you believe or not, something -

panchromatic view floats in the

vision, brings toward the 

suprmundane aura, 

it's obvious,

you're

standing in the mist of celestial beauty,

and that illusion chants silently,

beyond all contradiction

my fingers touch 

your form -

less 

face, gets back unparalleled cognition - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

painting by John Fennell  
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BEYOND THE SYMBOL 

the toxin or elixir, whatever be, churning 

of life is important, that persona 

which reflects back from

crystal clear water, 

the dust of

time 

doesn't effect it, in seek the ultimate 

truth, own suppression was

necessary; the salvation

from egoism,

hatred,

prejudice, get rid of all the negative 

feelings, except the conscience, 

no one can help; my vision

was stayed up to the

symbol, realism

remained

the rain shadow as everlasting thirst,

that was the failure point, the

self ignorance doesn't

permit me to love

others with

same

profundity, as I loved myself, and on 

that juncture the dead emotion 

desires for resurgence,

eruption of whorl

with divine 

scent, 

and that's the sign of maturity, the real

meaning of humanity - - 

- SHANTANU SAMYAL 

spider-web, courtesy the dog museum 
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EMITTED FROM THE BODY - -

the summary of life and facial wrinkles,

the unsolved equation between

them remain mystery, the

time passed in its

way, reflection

waited

for long, but accountability wasn't easy, 

amid the golden body and flame,

one thing invisibly escaped,

it was impossible to 

catch the form -

less entity,

speechless your love couldn't saved the

somatic melting, gradually every

thing altered in the ashes,

the echoes lost in 

the chanting 

of chorus,

the priest had been closed the shrine -

gate, after the evening prayer,

now in the venues floating

the unknown mist - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 Artist Mark Webster
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THE TRUTH OR MYTH 

the own pain felt very low, whenever seen

the surround, nobody is perfect; all

the twist of destiny, just now 

there were clouds, blink

of an eye the sky 

is clear,

the 

affection couldn't tie the vagabondage,

it's  ad vitam nomadic character,

nobody can chain, escapes

whenever get chance,

no boundary, sky

or earth,

even ocean can't stop its floating, the -

mind of eye is fickle just flows 

toward the slope, difficult

to create the mound,

it wanders day 

and night,

your 

love everlasting, I don't know, how much

that's truth, or myth - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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painting by Julie Haskell 

REVIEW OF IMAGE 

you couldn't stay for awhile, alas

beautiful evening returned

by empty hand, the 

underground 

fragrance

didn't

explicit the internal beauty, the -

feelings remained latent,

however, your sneer

taught me the

realism of

gloom,

once again, life tried to lit the

extinguished chandelier,

the dream citation,

self - review,

together 

all 

create the beautiful design on

the blank canvas of 

life - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

painting by ...  Jim Warren

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THE PIOUS PERCEPTION 

perhaps regained the life, 

all the cursed stone,

the flowers are

blooming 

away 

in the crevices, that's your

invisible blessing or

the nature is

performing

 the

authentic role, whatever, a

perception that 

you're 

contained indirect or

indirect way, into

the breath,

your

mercy vision brings the

light into the cavity

of ignorance, 

a trust 

which, unexpectedly, takes

the lid off the boat 

sinking, edge

itself 

comes to touch the 

midstream, life

gets back

the 

eroded coast for survival - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

rock flowers
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THE SORCERER EYES 

the enchanted sensation, steps are toward

the kaleidoscopic beauty of your love, 

every direction, rising the cloud

of mist, in a dense silence,

an image obscured, 

a lost bliss is 

revealing

the mystery of endless affection, venomous

influence or self - combustion, whatever 

is that umbra, life is eager to see

the infinite depth of your 

heart, perhaps my 

persona is 

passionate to see the palingenesis in your

sorcerer eyes - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 painting by Howard Behrens
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MAYBE, SOMEONE WAS NEARER 

previous night there wasn't rain, gloomy

sky did not provide the reflection, 

clouds dominated entire 

world of emotion, 

an hanging 

condition between the awakening and

dormancy, dreams returned 

back with empty hands,

they hadn't time

for wait, 

agitated heart and your reluctance to touch 

the conscience, neither permitted to

live nor allowed to die, do not

know what was in her

eyes,I couldn't 

come out

from the fascination, on the chest existed

only smoldering cinders, though

in the midnight the bunch 

of tuberose had 

unfolded the

whorl, 

perhaps scattered the illusive fragrance, but 

except body odor dipped in wet sandal,

I couldn't feel any thing, might be

somewhere last night rain

lashed the mysterious

forest of love - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  art by Mysterious Forest Samiran Sarkar 
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THE RISE OF SOUL 

do not know, who has filled the glow, into -

the sinking eyes, unexpectedly the

morning looks more brighter 

with new definition, on

the doorstep 

whose 

affection adorns the hidden feeling, slowly -

enters into the adytum of innermost,

whose shadow surfaced on 

the complete vitality, 

life seems more 

savory than 

before,

do not know, who has changing the attitude 

with golden touch of politeness, all

sense of well - being's emotion

rising from the gloom of 

ignorance, whole 

the world is 

shrinking

in the reflection of humanism, sacred flow is

eager to wipe all egoism, arrogance,

the closed pylons are opening 

itself beyond the labyrinth

of man made, various

philosophy of 

belief or 

way of survival, love has overshadowed all

the myth, imaginations in a wink - -  

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

 painting by  CAROL TEIGEN WINGARD

THE ETERNAL FLAME

the prolonged waiting, barren land,

dream which was never seen,

the touch which never

penetrated the

conscience,

affinity

remained only on the mind, couldn't 

come out from the heart, after

that their claim, endless

love, though persona

is injured with

spiny

attachment, a penalty indeed, the

eternal dealing which never

reaches to finishing

point, in the

vision

an ignited pyre, the eternal flame !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

flamboyant flower - no idea about painter 
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THE HIDDEN BEAUTY

do not go so far, that the resonance can't

come back, in life, everything doesn't

be desired, compromise has its

own glamour, sometimes

distribution of bliss

among the

others,

creates the life more meaningful, assertive,

more harmonious, the smile of alien

or familiar faces prevents the

persona from erosion, 

the trail of life isn't 

so straight,

in every

step 

a new challenge, a new horizon, the sky 

hasn't  the permanent color, the 

cycle of time never stops,

never waits for any 

one, it moves

day and 

night,

between the breath and the season there

should be beautiful agreement,

the art to mold the emotion

accordingly the hidden

aesthetic beauty 

of nature is

the sign

of survival - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

painting by Laura Tasheiko, Maine Artist
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THE INDEFINABLE PERCEPTION

there's no compulsion, an agreement

amid the emotion, no one knows,

even nobody can understand

it, a silent agreement

without any

witness

or signature, a formless reverence, an

integrity for each other, the beauty

of truth exists in the heart, the

relationship beyond the

imagination, though

it's  rare, but

touchable,

just

required the solemn of the innermost,

the replete purity of heart - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Paintings By Alexei Antonov 
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AN INVISIBLE  ASCETIC 

beyond the space, perhaps !

somewhere resides,

 that eternal soul,

homeless, 

shapeless, free fascination, -

devoid of illusion,

far from joy 

and 

sorrow, continuing an endless

flight, the comprehensive

variance! unaffected 

by cold and 

summer,

far from the glow of the galaxy,

immersed in its own world

nevertheless,

sees 

everything; present, past, future,

nothing is hidden before

him, prevalent all

but invisible,

recluse,

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

painting by Millie Gift Smith
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NOTHING WAS HAPPENED

Someone very lonely, going to miss you,
in the silence of darkness, there's
the hidden breath, the broken
a drop of tear, something
glowing substance,
on the lap of
memory,
whatever the reason for sinking, the
emotion couldn't recover after
separation, in the distance
gone all the shadow,
as lost the
a precious moment of love in the shrub of
the transaction, neither you had
the interest to find out my
existence nor my
address was
permanent,
just on the waves of time, everything had
been swept, without any sound,
as nothing has happened,
the night passed in its way,
silently amid the
dense gloom,
alone - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Night-Sky-
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Night-Sky-
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THE SPIRAL FASCINATION

in front of human stature mirror, sitting 

to adorn the external limbs, but 

image inside the frame is 

naked, the flame of 

ego, the ignition

of prejudice,

the screen of artifice; altogether doesn't 

allow to prevail the character, the 

somatic purification was 

easier, but 

somewhere ruffle conscience, the soul 

seeks salvation; in the anxiety is

hidden the atonement, the

familiar with everybody

but unknown to 

himself, 

the strange condition, boundless thirst 

even living in water, not easy to

get out of this love, knowing 

that life is evanescent,

however, 

the endless race behind the mirage, 

nothing than the wastage of

time, life, dynamically

goes toward the

world of 

dreams, continuously from realism to the

extensive illusive sky - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

art  Ring Nebula by Milo Reckow
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SELF CONFIDENCE 

the ebullience of river and waiting of ocean,

amid these two points life learns the 

survival, the game of destiny 

hides the prediction 

below the 

turbulent waves, whenever we ride on the -

boat, maybe an uncertainity emerges

but mast says it's your day, just

float on the direction of flow,

the destination has its 

own priority, you've 

to mold the 

future, 

between the immersion and emerging a 

breath existed for deliverance, and

that's the sign of flickering 

coast, to reach the 

stair of shrine

life learns

self - purification without any philosophy !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

  art by sino origin 

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JUST STAY A WHILE - - - 

as after fierce summer, deposition

of the clouds, in the north east,

monsoon's signal isn't 

somewhere in 

your eyes, 

again 

emotion going to drench the life, 

isn't leafless tree eager to

touch the water of

the undulated 

lake, in

the hydrous heart, hidden buds have

impatience to bloom, the 

dream says, life has 

still lot of 

potential, again recollecting someone

the pieces of broken 

kaleidoscope, 

why not

be

the elusive night adorn in new colors, 

aspire to live in a new way,

just wait, in some 

moment, the 

full moon

will be

emerged from the valley of wild flower, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

illusive full moon night 
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IN THE MISTY VALLEY 

the painful resonances are returning from the dale, 

it's not illusion, not even a dream, a silence 

of cemeteries, night is slipping away

like an iceberg, the feeling's

liquidity, not knowing 

where it wants 

to take

the body, soul, uneasy conscience, the sinking 

emerging life; a condensate storm in

the innermost, or you're  

standing in the

distant or

a phantasmagoria, steeped in pain, sigh, longing

for the salvation of the soul; losing town, 

house, broken windows, shattered

glass pieces, free bond of

affection neither

close and 

not someone farther; deep isolation, on the body

surface the nameless flowers to be bloom,

not mortification, not alienation,

nor fondness, an

homogeneous

heart, 

freedom from arrogance,the destruction of

haughtiness , self-deliverance, no

light, no darkness, a 

lasting peace, 

earth and 

sky, where consistent, prolong dense fog - - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Artist Ann Brennan
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE MYSTERIOUS WHORL

in the mazarine darkness of fragrant twilight,

aren't you near to heart, the restless

vortex is eager to scatter the

intoxicating aroma, in

the remote,

some

stair of dreams alluring the emotion, on the

roof of passion, isn't the flower bed

throwing the fascination trap,

it's your insistence or

life is playing in

the waves

of

destiny, whatever is that, but life is ready to

accept the adventure of night, between

the carnivore flower and the bee,

the love is standing with

self-devotional

torch,

somewhere, before the closing of fleshy

petals, life wants to say it's extreme

dedication, difficult is liberation 

but not impossible, depends

on your individualistic  

effort - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

painting by Isaac Levitan
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BEYOND THE DARKNESS 

in the link of evening and dawn, numeral -

bivouacs changed the definition of

life, some equations were 

broken in the just

beginning,

some

breath last with faded color of flowers, it's  

again the game of destiny or some

thing else, we are in front of 

each other, familiar

jeremiad

and 

complaint, nevertheless, invisible glamour 

or an affectionate appeal says to 

life, that darkness has also 

the hidden beauty of

illumination, a 

flickering

hope, 

an address of extinct destination of future - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

artist CAROL KEENE
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AFTER THE RAIN 

the penance of years, or the waiting of

depressed eyes forced the sky,

to break the condensed 

ego, the rain lashed

the inner deserts

last night, 

the self produce darkness or the destiny; 

whatever was that, but life didn't 

leave the search of light, 

it was necessary to

war with himself,

after 

defeating the deposited narcissism, the 

heart looks as the crystal clear

water of wild stream, the 

sediments of hatred

gradually 

disappears, and emotion flows with the 

beautiful waves of innovative 

thoughts, in the heart

the tiny plant of 

love, have

been 

sprouted with new hopes, to touch the 

first ray of morning - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

art by Laurie Justus Pace
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