PLEASE RELEASE ME - -

do not drag me toward the subliminal 

illusion, it's heard, nobody returns

from that particular point, I've

to complete a lot of 

commitments, 

your love

has 

endless aspires, the life has counting 

days, your destination exists 

across the aurora, my 

existence is some -

where among 

the familiar

faces, 

do not make me stranger in my world !

just release me from your fragrant

fascination, I can't fly, let me 

to be remain on the land, 

unchain me from the

celestial beauty,

the origin

and 

the end, both are realism of earth - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by Kate Weston

ON THIS MOMENT - -

those vows, which were made ​​of glass,

so let it be broken, that was its 

destiny, life doesn't stay,

for left over fellow, 

time doesn't

stop for 

anyone, the endless travel, and alone -

viator, that's the realism, which

says invisible or somatic,

whatever is that 

source of 

the inspiration, from one end to other it's 

kingdom of continuous intensive 

mist, the strange nodule

and night and day's

tug of war, the 

available

moments are the only reality, others let

remain into the pages of future,

- SHANTANU SANYAL   

before evening - painting by Thomas Kinkade 

THAT'S LIFE - -

tonight has gone as usual gloomy, empty 

handed returned all the wounded

feelings, the avenue of sky 

remained murky, the 

emanation of 

light was 

inactive, nevertheless ! in the depth of -

breath, your love has consoled,

re invited to the obstinate

dreams, the life once

again signed on 

the moment

of living -

treaty, except the conciliation, no other

option, that's life - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

no idea about the painter