THE SURFACE OF REALISM 

at this point, if you want to buy me, you can

but my conscience couldn't be sale, it's

only a self-esteem, which doesn't

permit me to die off season,

I'm  the wild creeper of

ruined temple, able

to survive in the

acute

summer, winter or rain, in every situation, -

I know the need of life, but not so

blind that I will keep every

thing mortgage, my

persona has too

meaning,

maybe

insignificant in your eyes, but it's also truth 

the dimond emerges from the coal, 

need only the connoisseur, 

do not underestimate

the depth of eyes,

in it anyone

who has

dipped never appeared on the surface of 

realism - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

silvery river, no idea about creator 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

SOME ONE IS THERE - - 

in every direction, only your dominance,

your praising, I'm a fading star of 

morning, however, in the heart 

you've existed with beauty

of purity, everything 

is under your

shadow, 

an eternal love or an immortal creeper -

which have been constricted my

persona, strange hangover

goes through the mind

and soul, I don't

know it's

an elixir drink or wild some belladonna,  

on the point of life and death, often 

I found, the unexpected hands

proceeds to rescue from

sorrow and pain, 

constantly an 

invisible lover gives the unconditional 

support, picks me up with 

smiling face, every

time I've

emerged from the intensive darkness !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Flowers Painting - no idea about painter
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/