THE BOTTOM OF INSIGHT

rid from corporal affection was

not so easy, somebody nearly

to reach that level but fell

down on the beginning

point, while masked

persona had its

own story,

in the

darkness all the mock-up costume

left the muscles, bone, bulging

part of body, realism is now

exposed, so called the

path director now

completely

altered

into

the live flame, to grasp the wetland,

the evening prayer now toward

the end, behind the shrine

in the herbs of wild

pungent aroma,

intense

desires has awaken, however in the

entrance hall, the scented sticks

of sandal wood creating the

mystical, illusive circle to

hypnotize the devout

souls, the medium

is very simple,

just twist

the

sentiments with own principles, the

wounded feelings wants the

refuge, again rid from the

sin, curse, so on, here

innocent heart

doesn’t find

the true

trail,

and kneel down before the destiny,

the inner darkness becomes

dense, they couldn’t

recognize their

own image,

self value,

consequently just running behind the

shadow in search of a drop of

water, while ocean is

hidden into the

bottom of

insight,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
  Surrealistic Paintings by Vladimir Kush

THREE ELUSIVE POINTS

On those three points, why does life standstill?

shiners, tangible fames, prominence!

apart from it, you did not see virgin land

of heart and soul, whereas you

passed the night embracing

I looked probably the

dream through my 

eyes walked 

on the 

milky way holding my hands mightily - - - 

nevertheless, fata morgana 

didn't leave your 

perception,

the 

divagation of life brings you near me 

again and again, but you know,

I'm bored, tired, your this 

extraction will finish 

not to me rather 

it will be 

curse 

for you too, so, just a moment rethink 

 before  placing the precious 

life on the bets, let's go!

again toward a new 

horizon, create 

 a new 

destination, try to touch the heart, feel

the sensation out of the body, in 

addition to these three 

the point, many more 

composition 

are also

incomplete, on that dim edge my love

waits for you to rewrite the new 

definition, a desire to fill the

dried sketches of life, 

which are randomly

scattered around

our persona, 

sometimes

we have to live for stranger faces too!

--- SHANTANU SANYAL

painting -   Stunning Watercolors by Z.L. Feng

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

PARADISE IS NOT A MYTH IF - - -

The journey from the abstract to the totality
confined to liberation, the
reflection within the
reflection, the
breaking
of illusory peripheral to release
the inner oomph, the beauty
of truth resides as in the
depth of ocean
existed the
furtive
island with the future potential
of prosperity, in the course of
time appears on the
surface above all
fracas of wind,
water and
the fire,
establishes the territory of love
and innovative creation,
supports the growth
of natural creatures,
invites the all
living phase
to thrive,
and scatter the beauty of life, here
all in one congregate as a
Savior among the savior,
the whorl of delicate
petals pray to
sun and moon
for providing
the aroma
of humanity, aesthetic touch to
bloom the heart with real
divinity, apart from the so
called belief or
faith the
perception to feel the pain of others,
the comprehensive illumination
that everybody has the equal
privileges to knit the dream,
evolve the path of survival,
breath of freedom,
sharing the bliss
and miseries,
filling the blanks with generous hands,
beyond the prejudice,

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

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR 

in this evanescent life, nothing had

the longevity, the search had 

itself the thirst, affinity was 

nothing than a short

term contract, 

time's lash

hadn't

the sound, invisible blot remained 

on the heart, prelude created

by your soulful eyes, wave

of emotion paused, 

there wasn't

other way,

so,

the cession was the only medium, 

accepted your dominance, 

parochial choice and 

question of 

survival,

in the world of exchange, it wasn't

possible to walk on own

created path, hence

handshaking was

the science, 

adopted 

that,

victory or defeats, doesn't matter,

sometimes after winning, 

losing the game has 

a different charm, 

the skills to 

winning 

the

hearts, the burning candle was the 

only living example, it burnt 

till the last breath, in the 

remote of smoky 

valley new 

dreams 

again knocked the door of sun - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by  - Jonas Gerard, Abstract Expressionism

NO MORE COMPLAINT 

outer of fire radius, ovation of the 

audience, circle point couldn't

show the sound of broken 

heart, life has no option,

choice became then 

just suspension

in the cipher, 

dream jar

was

kept on the center of ceiling as 

the flickering chandelier,

some whit of light 

dropped into 

destiny's 

lap, 

some scattered unclouded -

desires were unlimited

your love was the 

invaluable glow,

illuminated

the life 

to 

some extend, no more complain 

to darkness.

---  SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Modern-Abstract-art-Painting

WHEN SKY SHRINKS 

extinguished ignis looks staid, a little 

blow of wind could burn the 

grassland in a wink, in 

your lip's line, an 

unknown 

stream flows day and night, creates

new potential of life, ever so,

let me to pass over on 

that mysterious 

edge, 

drooping is the fate of bloom, but 

they never forget to smile, 

before sinking the 

emotion, just I

absorbed 

the 

drop of dew which fell down from 

your blue eyes, though it's

difficult to find out the

reflection from that

scattering 

beam,

which flower to be bloomed or not !

silent aspiration just gazed

the starry sky, moon 

appears or not,

who cares, 

the

entire cosmos shrinks in that 

serene cornea, life wants

to stay everlasting 

near that flow 

of love,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Night Sky by EPICHTEKILL

THE INNER FEELINGS

yes, I know, your desire's limitation, the
physical realm, but often truth throws
me in amazement, in the solitude
moment, I look the mirror,
want to give beautiful
deception to my
disappearing
 age,
emerging wrinkles, laxity of muscles, here
you believe or not, I feel fresh, and
this recency brings me near to
your fire annulus, lost vigor
revives itself life wants
more moments to
explore you,
in afresh
way,
moral immoral, nice or worse, scent stench,
let it hide in the pages of mysterious
epics, right now we are alive, why
should waste the time to think
for usual or unusual, when
death is confirmed on
certain day, why too
much discomfort,
let it come in
its way,
tomorrow who knows, your face is on my
chest, life is moving from your breath
to me, apart that the planet is
gloom, a massive cipher,
just feel the love on
that way,
illuminate the heart with inner feelings - -

--  SHANTANU SANYAL

THE NOMADIC EMOTION 

on that dim remote, just now mist -

floating up, in the lost valley,

maybe somewhere the 

obscure, vigorless

sun searching 

the night

shelter,

into the deep sigh, wet emotion -

waited for a favor, that 

reconnoiter person

had the weak 

memory,

even 

if he wanted, couldn't introduce -

himself, gazed as a stranger

to long stood silently at 

the door, jaded face

merely opened 

the lip and 

said, 

oh, I'm sorry, most probably I been 

forgotten the direction, my 

destination is existed

into the darkness,

by mistake 

reached 

here,  

I wanted, I couldn't help, life returned

in back foot, all echoes were 

hollow but time didn't fill 

them by moonlit flow,

self- narrative was

incomplete, 

resided

lonely, 

finally sun had became migratory

soul, left all intimacy, 

affections, love - - - 

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

painting by - Vladimir Soldatkin