Monday 19 March 2012

THE ORIGIN OF FRAGRANCE


on those quiet moments, between body 
and soul, a non-verbal transactions;
makes the beautiful underline,
as, the night jasmine, 
embraces moon
rays, and
pour odor; new fantasies do come true in 
life, the innovative dreams emerges
from the wet emotion, have 
you ever seen the 
breathing 
flowers; it's a matter of feeling; It's true 
that, without the beautiful feelings
do not spread fragrance;
beautiful sentiments, 
arises only 
from love.

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Painting source - art ashley.jpg

OVER, IT WAS SOMETHING


'll meet again somewhere, just walking 
on the path of life, do not allow to
extinguish the lamp of votive,
it was a short  proximity, 
but we have gone
through a long
life, some
floating sand castles, a few emerging 
nascent beads, some young
desires; and adolescent 
emotions some
mature
nights, a little boon to fruition, the lovely
prevalence of dreams, the drift
further than the imagine, 
silk or velvet-feeling
scale, it was love
or friendship, whatever was that amid us, 
but that was more than 
beautiful - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Man-Standing-Alone

THE UNDEFINED ECSTASY

I knew, already it, you can't live without me;
the passion or destination, whatever,
reaches to the its perfection,
only on my chest, it's 
different matter,
you have 
left me on transient basis, often that's
happened, after losing precious 
thing, the evaluation is 
considered, after
descending 
tide, the
disorders have emerging on the coast, 
nothing shame in it, I am not a
philosopher's stone, that 
after touching your
body, soul 
or conscience would be pure as gold, have 
not divine blessing, which can alter
the inner darkness, brings 
you back to me, only
the atonement,
the immortal love, embraces you just like a 
own soul, that point is the 
culmination of affinity, 
ecstasy - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
 Painting - ecstasy-cloud - Leah Piepgras