THROUGH THE GAP OF CURTAIN

Darkness grabs all outer nobility, the

Veil moves gradually from the face,

In the open bluish space, moon plays

Game of hide and seek, in the chest

Of night, compacted desires open the

Cells of nectar, such moments have

Its own beauty, in the hexagon hollow

Of love, your reflection appears with

Multi dimension, heart imitates the way

Of swirling bees, the wax of hesitation,

Uncertainty, becomes the melting fluid,

On that secret zenith point, the life wants

Your dominion on the corporeal planet,

After the possession of body and soul,

Revolutionary creation takes place, amid

The two rivers the left over space grows,

The wild grassy bloom, in moonlight, they

Illuminate in amethyst color, life becomes

The precious, rare crystal, emotion gets

The cool perception as a sudden rain in

The arid land, acacia thorns collect the

Water for survival, sun wakes up as weaver

Birds make the noise, first ray of dawn

Touches the exposed realism of life, we

Pulls the drape to avoid the mystery of

Night, shining drops existed in eye rims,

--- SHANTANU SANYAL 
painting - Leahpeah : Night Tree

BEYOND THE DESTINY 

he couldn't give the acquaintance, before 

saying any thing, they announced the 

verdict, countless celestial flowers lost

on that moment on the sacrificial altar !

eclipsed moon reappeared from the 

clutches of umbra, sun sank in some 

unknown bluish world, extended arms

of someone, said - I know him, I loved,

felt his existence in everything, in the 

tear of outcast eyes, on the street of 

infamous settlement, in the darkness

of battle ground, wept alone bowed 

head, in silence of painful screams, he

walked in tottering way, in the gloomy

evening sitting under the lamppost,

have seen him in form of some coins

in the chilblained cap, sometimes in 

the face of feeding baby with withered 

breast, sometimes I have looked him

in the smile of street child selling the 

flowers, for your beautiful intoxicated  

twilight, it's not cursed identity, the 

realism of life is more pure than venom,

let him forgive, which is not alive,

then why the gemot, let humanity come

alive, destiny is not the final judgment,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
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painting - humanity - By Dan Gheno 

THE CAPACIOUS EXCHANGE 

on that artifice climax life doesn't find out,

way to escape, longing to get more than 

 receipt, dust clouds makes illusive circle,

for proving identity, persona doesn't fear

to remove the chastity, and that slipping,

gradually brings the perception towards 

the mirage, unnoticed the antelope runs

in the  nigrescence of wilderness toward

the hunter, until arrow  pierces the heart, 

screams had the short life, very fast the

woodland becomes the silent, as nothing 

is happened, cycle of creation moves in 

its axis in perpetual way, I live or die, they

do not care, they have own preference,

Infatuation in this point desires quick 

liberty, to know self importance, such is

life, if think every thing is yours, otherwise 

everything is evanescent, in company of

some moment, it's capacious exchange.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 


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THE UNEXPLORED CONCENTRATION 

night gets down with body of sandblast,

again breath vindicating to touch your 

delicate lips, beneath the flamboyant 

gulmohar tree romance filling the goblet,

in the distal woodland, losing pale dry

leaves, writing the invitation to spring, in

the plumbaginous mist, you have been  

subdued the stir of passion, complaints -

in life nothing remained, moving hands 

towards my persona, heart wants in the 

darkness to offer the replete submission,

who knows in the imminent moments, 

life may be bloom or not, destiny has its

own precedence, tomorrow we will meet

or not, do not think for that, let the burn 

gloomy candles again, on the petals of 

night lily, dew drops are nervous, just 

do not stop the growing steps, it's the 

retentive proximity, love wants intensity.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

suluboya-harika-bir-manzara-resmi-
watercolor-landscape-painting

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THE ETERNAL TRUTH 

"I haven't claim, I didn't give you anything

that's your due, deposited since birth, 

just I giving back to you, that love drops 

of petrous, old  eyes had no remorse,

what kind of loan transactions, creators 

and creation that's all, I don't know apart 

that any definition of self-interest", in the

silence of  cumbersome twilight, in the rim

of  wrinkled eyes, the life of sun looked 

sinking, unresolved question of twilight,

in its shadow, heart searches the essence

of survival, beneath the basil sapling, 

earthen lamp flashing, tuberose didn't 

overt the cysts of fragrance, ever not dry 

the ground of affection, the fluidity of 

relationship is descensive, origin of flow

hides himself in the darkness of ruins,

attachment for someone is the process

to quash own persona for dizen to other,

on that climax, life becomes  free from

entire desire, expectation, towards 

the eternal truth, a process to self victory, 

and that's the point humanity matures,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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BIRTH OF NEW ASPIRES 

in the vesper, woke up all the latent feelings, 

as seismic flow breaks the fragile stones, 

layers of the earliest clay, before delirium of 

the sky, safflower's color spilled, entire the

space looks unprecedented art of incognito,

talismanic touch of your morph, prevent to 

heart beats, it's lost in another world, breaks

the somnolence, whenever your lips touch

to the falling up: breathing, trust me after that

conscious recognized the realism of earth,

far-out, horizon's edge becomes the river of 

life, in the smoldering desert I feel a sudden 

burst of cool source, inclined shade of 

emotional clouds, unseen synaphea of rain,

soaked instinct, increases the value of life,

just now aspires are born, in these moments,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 


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THE UNLIMITED DIMENSION

Wherever you to be hang about, 
life will go behind, did you 
remember the oath 
ritual of emotion,
 beneath

the moonlit clusters of 
cestrum nocturnum
we reached to liberation 
point, dreams

transformed to reality, 
consent of heart emerged from
 the fragranced eyes, in that 
autumn night, mosaic sky,

Itself removed the mist
 of doubt, the left 

over thin layer 
of hydrous
feeling,

contact of that downy
 sensation, bent

the life in a 
way 
that all the conceit, or cynical 
attitude became the
 blossom, effect 
of your 
proximity filled the colors, the
 sketch of emotion has been

amplified to infuse more
 and more the passion, 
path of unknown 
destination,

looks more fascinating in your 
inclined smile, entire 
euphoria needs 
longer life!

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

TOWARDS THE SATURATION 

spellbound passion within my persona,

desires to see you in  back to the bone, 

obscenity's interpretation was virtually -

created by pseudo characters, stamped

by the cleric of hidden membrane, the 

eleutheros emotion doesn't care the 

iron rods, darkness melts all impervious

prison walls, the soul can not be -

captured by jail guard either emperor !

it born naked, its destiny is seminal,

I'm free from elusive bond, theatrical 

relationship, false gloss, the hypocrisy,

eternal truth is that I'm only the organic 

cage of blood and flesh, which were 

minted in masculinity, to create a new

life, there is nothing, any philosophy or 

logic amid us, except the natural

exchange since genesis, the seed and

the wet clay, beautiful agreement to 

germinate the tender leaf, condition is 

the loyalty to one other, to save humanity,

decency, towards the tamed attitude,

amid us darkness is assertive, eyes

of mind can see the across the body, the 

life is complementary here, cool and 

longing to live, for each others necessity,

cross equation towards the saturation.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

  Fantastic Paintings by Leonid Afremov from Belarusian

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THE EXTINCT LAKE

On the shades of life, reflection of light

Creates nacre of feeling, black or white -

Pearl has its own appeal, prettiness of

Heart, comes out from the eyes, face,

Smiles, outer layers were concave, that -

Modesty of insight drags to love you, on

Nadir line, few tiny crystals don’t let me

To sink into the despair, often I floated

Near to sublime, affections have been

Integrated, mingled in breath, life looks

More striking, challenges have its own

Adventurous glamour, compromises –

Didn’t discontinue the sequence of zeal,

I succeed to search in the dense sand -

Storm, the missing link of extinct lake, yes

That place only exist in the spirit of love.

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
  
  Lake Maggiore Painting by Premazzi Luigi