ON THAT SUPREME POINT

the small incident of that night

has changed, beautifully the

world of sentiment, how

much the dense clouds

had melted on the

surface of crate,

it wasn’t the

aspect to

think,

in fact the barbed wires were

found twisted, the captive

desires had grown the

wings, and vanished

into the darkness

of moonless

night,

emancipation from the illusive

world is not a child’s game,

sometimes the entire

life passes empty

hands while

many

times the affinity of stranger face

looks more familiar, as the

affection of infinite era,

little digging was

enough for the

quench,

though somebody dug the saline

lake with massive way, but

life remained thirsty

forever, it’s the

question of

devotion,

that

you couldn’t find the shape of

mystic lover in the granite

statue, after prolong

adoration, I found

that absolute

truth in the

face of

you,

here my perception reaches to the

extreme point of soul , you

can name it any, but

realism is the only

true love.

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

THE MATURITY OF PERCEPTION 

trembling fingers couldn't save the floating

drops of affection, fireflies sped up 

left over some marks of flake,

after losing your love, I 

have realized the 

value of life,

though it 

wasn't

to late, but emotional edge had been 

eroded to some extend, some

dreams had the torn wings,

but not so weak that 

can not fly, life 

finally

learned to be careful of falling, stairs 

say just watch it, destination 

laughs with mysterious 

humor, my identity 

is stubborn,

doesn't

agree 

for compromise, now I'm so matured to  

play with seduction, stake, the

language of love and lust 

are supplement each 

other, mask and 

face, the real 

truth is 

hidden in inner the perception, organic 

authenticity has its own boundaries,

it's not necessary that I will 

look the world through 

your sight, maybe 

where your 

vision 

thinks the end, beginning point is existed 

there, summery is simple, the path 

of thorns have taught me to 

bloom on seasonal way, 

waft the incense, 

for whole the 

valley, 

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

  

THE WETLAND OF LOVE 

my  voice had returned in echoes, extinct 

in the dust of caravan, twilight 

fulfilled its promise,  

Unleashed the

beauty 

of colored sky, knocked the closed door

of emotion, picked all the pieces

of broken dream, once again

redecorated the ceremony 

with painful smile,

albeit the state

of heart 

remained behind the curtains, as a shy 

reticent kid, conversant, extrinsic

all faces moved in sequence,

in the candle burn light, 

I searched that 

missing 

face,

gliding all satellite one by one, left the 

the transient comet, on the sky 

path, I sat alone for a long, 

anyone couldn't give 

her address, I 

asked to 

clouds,

winds, cipher, light, all the celestial 

beauty were irrefutable, just 

looking silently, with 

amazing eyes 

some may 

be 

answered but I couldn't catch on their 

intent, but it was clear that she 

existed in my breath, in the

fluidity of blood, across 

perception, into the 

heart's pulsation,

holding the 

rope of 

life - - - 

--- SHANTANU SANYAL
   http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by - colored clouds - Calvin de Ruyter

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