THE UNDERLINED EMOTION - -

intensive silent, desolate path, moony 

evening, but your presence in the 

life, makes the difference, 

emotion blooms 

with some 

possibilities, a drenched feeling tries

to overcome the flaming fire of 

pain and sorrow, disdain 

of time, disapproval

of world, all

together,

though chase to the persona, however

I don't know why, the lively emotion

never sinks into the megrims,

life explores imminently 

some underlined

mysteries,

some 

beautiful moments of your love, some

fragile touch, few sever embrace, 

silenced stories of the 

quivering lips,

many 

more unmentioned swirl of emotions !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Artist David Winston 

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THE BILK OF SHADOW - -

many times it's happened, a mutism  

itself says the inner agony, 

despite wishing to 

stop the spill

of eyes,

the 

face proclaims all sotto emotion, the 

life searches the transient 

console, sometimes 

in eyes of 

alien,

sometimes among the familiar faces,

it's again the matter of fate,

before sinking the stars 

the caravan gets

the address

of inn 

or not ! the exploring of someone your

own isn't difficult but it's not

necessary that heart 

will match with

stranger,

an uncertainty always existed in travel,

shacking the hands with 

somebody, doesn't

mean that it's

infinite 

agreement to walk together for entire - 

night, who knows in which 

turn, the shadow

will bilk !

* * 

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

Artist Mary Arneson 

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THE CRUMBLING SAND DUNES - -

anything isn't perm, the crumbling

sand dunes of wild waves, 

everything floating

towards the 

uncertain destination, do not - - 

claim beyond the 

imagination,

who 

knows, that when the string of - - 

breath will break, just 

let the affection 

as the 

scripted poetry on the river bed, 

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

Painting by Maximo Pizarro

THE EROSION - -

containing multi erosion, the persona of 

mine, became the sharp edge, 

deranged flow of desire,

allures me again 

and again, 

it's your 

feral love, or abstruse persistence to - -

alter my existence into the fine

sand, whatever is in your 

heart, it's up to you,

but beautiful 

dreams 

always manage to grow with peerless

bloom, on the rugged chest !

often, moonlight has

amplified the 

fragrant 

emotion, and that's reason, the life - - 

waits the collide of unbridled

waves - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Sarah Ellen Reay art 2 

THE MIST OF TIME - -

flowers will bloom again tomorrow, 

as usual, season doesn't

wait for anyone, 

everything 

will be 

in its place, flow of time has its - - 

own commitment, the graph 

of morning and evening

goes non stop, 

commas 

are the mood of sky, ever clouded 

sometimes crystal clear, life

in all condition has to 

accept the term 

of silent

compromise, an endless process

to emerge from the mist 

of time - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Sarah Ellen Reay Art 

THE SHORT TERM EXISTENCE - -

I do not know why, you still awaiting 

the comeback of past, which 

can't  be repeated, that's 

not a season of 

bloom,

the exchange moment of breath, -

the swear to live together 

a lifetime, some 

wet dream,

some 

soaked desire of aqueous eyes,

let it be covered under the 

mist of emotion, 

everything 

in life

is not desired, age of dew drop - -

lets are short, a distance

of few moments,

amid the

faded 

darkness and the tender sunlight - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Rita Squier

THE ENDLESS WAIT - -

neither the moonlight is the solidary, 

nor the moon, reflection of 

your love, it's the 

forced 

agreement amid the life and night,

I'm somewhat incomplete,

after meeting you, 

maybe you've 

robbed 

the saturation, it's jaded persona of

mine, or mellow stinger left

over the body and 

mind, a 

groan with aspire to live, the sweet 

venom has its own influence,

neither it extinct, nor it 

lively, a feeling 

without 

you, alike miles long, fathomless

depth of pain, the endless

smoldering emotion,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Heavens Light - artist TONY GROTE 

THE SOLE PURPOSE - -

hazy shade every step, everywhere 

uncertainty, however life

eternally dynamic,

do not ask, 

trail 

of my destination, sometimes the -

gloomy clouds, sometimes, 

intensive sustained 

rainfall,

my existence molten in the spines,

emotions moving bare feet,

whether it be fire, or 

the pointed

bushes 

stacks, proceeding is the only the

sole purpose, in a crowd or

alone departure, just 

moving on - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by Don Wright 

THE PAUSED MOMENT - -

a desire to infinite peace, and seamless 

blue ocean, life again seeking the 

missing tidal wave, a strange

perception doesn't

allow emotion

to rest, 

again somewhere, dreams alluring the 

eyes to deep sleep, the mystic

fascination of your love 

drags the persona

towards the 

moment 

of pernoctation, a potent silence again 

proceeding to the life - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Sea Shore - no idea about painter

THE SUNSHINE OF MY PART - -

whatever is the cause of smiling, we've 

learned to live in thorns, do you 

believe it or not, we've 

learned to flow

with 

contrary the wild stream, the sky may 

not be generous, we've learned 

to keep the dew in the 

heart, it's hard 

to keep 

the 

distance from the reality, hence we've

adopted the desert as homestead,

clouds have its own maybe 

compulsions, we've

learned to live

together

the 

mirage, life isn't that complicated - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/  

loral cactus 

THE ENIGMATIC NIGHT - -

a frozen silence amid us, a standstill 

path of smoldering emotion, 

the miles long the 

profound 

night, 

in these paused moment, do not go 

far away, wait for some time, 

life wants to unfold 

some woven 

web !

let be melt the layer of passionate -

dream, still morning has no 

fixed location, the 

desire of 

heart

is maverick, wandering aimless, a 

haven is needed in your 

cool deep eye !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

Painting by Charles Morrison
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE COLORED PASSION - -

breath of the night was the cumbersome,

anyway, promise fulfilled by the 

dawn, spilled some color

on the grand blue -

canvas, now

the life 

regaining the refreshed feeling, some -

unfinished dream, few semi -

blooming flowers are 

still strived, to 

get the 

meaning, some beauteous destination,

in the remote again emerging 

with fragrant definition,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

JUDITH KINGSLAY ART

THE COMEBACK - -

some pains have their own tacit sensation,

without saying it says a lot, the face 

helplessly reveals all the 

broken spirit, 

it's hard 

to hide the matter of heart, the mirror often

actuates, to share the inner secret,

and that scrapping brings 

the life towards 

the latent 

amber, 

somewhere life gets the art of emergence,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Art - Likeness By Sydni

THE SHRINE GATE - -

in the offstage, somewhere the distressed

emotion stands silently, often, life

searches the reason of 

your smile, a drop

which can 

alter

the deserted world of heart, ever for that - -

moment, conscience waits in the 

darkness for a dealer of 

dreams, do not 

close the 

gate 

of shrine, it's legend or reality, hard to say - 

but it's definite, some shimmering 

edges are existed in your 

sinking eyes - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting-by-madart- megan-duncanson

THE HIDDEN OPTION - -

ever in the arms, the comprised sky !

empty hand sometimes, slid off 

the edge, life is the name 

of rising falling wave, 

ever circle of 

familiar 

faces, sometimes, the loneliness of

centuries, do not look me 

in a way that I lose 

myself, some

option 

should be before sinking, somehow 

life desires to absorb the 

tender rays of 

aliphatic

dawn !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Casey Rasmussen White

THE MAKESHIFT CAMP - -

do not hold me to yourself, I'm stream

flow, wouldn't be ceased, an 

emerging spring to 

overflow,

do not dissolve me into your emotion,

I'm an unleashing sublime sky,

carrying extensive 

leniency in the

heart, 

restless for scattering as the cool - -

moonlight, do not brace me 

in your compressed 

arms, I'm nomad

from birth, 

wishing 

to traverse all man made boundaries,

do not love me to more than 

yourself, I'm fetterless 

passion, wouldn't

be stay in 

your 

bounded terms, I'm the liberated - - 

soul, I haven't the permanent  

address - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
garden2- no idea about painter 

WHO KNOWS - -

from your abysmal eyes, some dreams 

are peeking with new definition, 

the variable season has 

its own compulsion,

who knows 

the 

illusive night will forget again, the path

of morning, let collect some 

moonlit perception 

dipped in dew

droplets, 

who 

knows, the last oclock's desire, other - 

wise, an emptiness somewhere,

will be remain in the life - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art - moonlit evening by Linda Mutti 

THE READING OF FACE - -

I've to go in that wet perception, where 

inanity loses the gravity, the life gets

some amazing meaning of 

beauty, a charming 

emotion rises

from the 

imperturbable conscience, everything

looks refined from the innermost,

pseudo coating doesn't

halt on the surface,

it falls as the 

autumn

leaf one by one, body and mind gets - 

the gloriole of truth, emotion 

absorbs primness of 

new leaf, the 

life gets 

the self sense, a feeling to read the - -

anguished face of others - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Ewan McAnuff 

THE CONSPIRACY - -

in the soft, descending light of evening,

life stands alone on the stairs of 

age, thinks a lot, far away 

in the bank of arid

river, the 

shattered sun searches the lumpsum -

shelter, for a night, the jaded 

body and injured soul

often talks silently,

calculation of

past and 

present, often get confusion, infantile 

emotion erases the crooked

color lines, on the dark

slate stone of 

night, amid

the nocturnal blooms and dreams - - 

have some conspiracy, before

the moon rise, the scent

of your affection 

doesn't

open the verticil of delicate feelings !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
colored sky 2

THE INTERSECTION AXIS - -

nothing remains eternal, then why

the thirst of centuries, what's

this yearning of day 

and night, 

neither

the castle nor the multicolored - -

glasshouse will be abiding,

do not know why, the 

riddance is so 

hard from

the illusive dreams, it's your vibe

profound or my cognition 

of card house, all 

together little 

matted, 

amid us is the transparent wall -

or the leasing inanity, the 

spread hands often

returns with 

nothing,

but somewhere an invisible bond

holds the soul, that's maybe

your love or my body

doesn't accept

the defeat,

every 

breath searches the drop of bliss,

it's esoteric, how to know, 

in which axis your 

consent is 

existed, 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

impression art.jpg

THE BLOOMING MOMENTS - -

a commitment which doesn't permit 

life to be gloomy, hence, every 

morning it blooms with 

lot of potential,

every 

moment has its own value, so it - - 

smiles hiding all the hydrous

feeling into the heart, 

life goes towards

unexplored

horizon,

in search of new destination - - - -

* * 

-  SHANTANU SANYAL  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Anna Razumovskaya

THE REPLETE AMALGAM - -

how far we've reached, how far we've to go,

now it's absurd to think, in this solitude, 

nobody except us, an endless

journey, the gap amid

body and soul

remained 

negligible, from here return, isn't possible, -

now you're not you, my persona too 

dissolved, this integral meeting

has its own charm, walking 

over the galaxy or on 

moonlit waves,

guessing

isn't easy, just an erotomania drags us, do

not know where, neither unleashing 

sky nor the earth's flaming

passion, nevertheless,

you're lived in me,

I'm lost in you, 

and that's

reality of absolute amalgam of smoldering

love - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Artist- Alexei Butirskiy.jpg

THE SNARLS OF HEART - -

doesn't know, who is that, beautifully 

knocked on the door, and in a 

blink, disappeared from 

the eyes, remained

some unseen 

drops of 

lavender water, few fragrant feelings 

in the threshold, in the shadows

of evening, I've searched 

your implied face,in 

the grove of 

tuberose, 

the mystic darkness and your love - - 

looks more reciprocal to each

other, my soul wanders 

with unquenchable 

thirst from one

end to 

other, the steeped in mist, the valleys 

of emotion, the bottomless 

depth of obsession,

doesn't know

the end, 

the centuries old diversion, intricate

into the multi snarls - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by R C DeWinter 

THE INNER PURITY - -

stone or flower, seen beauty - 

in everything, tangible or 

intangible, the same 

pattern is seen in 

every particle,

nothing is

beyond pure heart, all religions 

are contained in, no matter 

what's  philosophy !

if no humanity

nothing 

will exist in the beautiful planet.

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Stone-Flower