THE IGNEOUS TRUTH  

sharing that moment with extreme feelings,

our relationship wasn't so convoluted,

an eternal truth, however the world 

doesn't realize that, purity, 

incontinence, sin, 

virtue, many 

more 

definitions of love created by them in the 

name of morality, whenever love 

crosses the limit of devotion 

life doesn't wait for other

metaphors, it reaches

automatically to the

zenith of eternity,

your persona

becomes 

the 

melting gold deriving from the furnaces - - 

-- shantanu sanyal
sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting by Victoria Heryet

THE SCREAMS OF CONSCIENCE 

in that simplicity the philosophy of life, often 

reflects the depth of perception, a 

dementia to love the exploited,

disregarded soul, perhaps 

that invisible power's

appeal or the rise

of dead

humanism, tilted head, depressed returning 

from the turbulent battleground, as a 

defeated soldier in his inner 

ground, after the winning

some pieces of land,

on the wide chest

was written the 

world of 

victorious, sonnet of dignity was in the wind !

but somewhere he felt alone in the 

crowd isolated, in that night 

illumination of love 

emerged from 

his own 

heart,

in the morning he touched the holy fire of 

perception, and accepted the oath 

for altruistic path, converted 

himself into the ritual of 

human religion, just 

simple philosophy 

of love, live and 

let live to 

others, 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

IRANIAN PAINTING BY REZA KARIMI 

THE AMPHIBOLIC FOURTH

Again loneliness of nightfall covets the 

unsolved mystery of your affection,

as in the middle of the ocean the 

the ship has been lost the 

floating way, the 

seagull flight 

searching 

the safe

shore to create a new planet, the nest of hope, 

the symbol of salvation magnetizes the

navigators, life prays in the mid 

night to the ceased storm,

dormancy trying to wrap 

the persona into the 

cold flame, my 

devotion or

love!

doesn't wish to embrace the alien seduction, 

before flowing downstream, just 

break the silence, heart desires the 

evidence of surrender, in this 

the moonless night your eyes 

are polarizing my 

masculinity,

I don't know in what way, the passionate 

holocaust should be prevented, it's

difficult to control the cyclonic 

emotion, the zymosis of 

love submerging all 

the personality, 

here life 

has the final horizon somewhere near your 

heart - - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE COMPLETION OF LIFE 

on that celestial trail, sorrow, bliss have 

less meaning, there life gets the 

amplitude, just like love's 

perfection, completion

of  continence, the

invisible touch 

of divinity,

release from pre birth's woe, curse, the 

conditions were very simple just

acceptance of aggrieved

persona, pulling to 

close the chest, 

touch of 

affectionate flush, the deep neath of 

heart, the real humanism's 

resurrection, extraction 

of real love which

travels from 

my heart 

to you, 

imperceptible but true just like your 

love for me, a natural feeling 

which makes the eyes wet, 

after looking pain on 

stranger's face,

life desires 

only one

that 

sentiment into the pulsation of everyone,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

OIL PAINTING BY DUGGAN 

  

THE FLAMBOYANT TWILIGHT 

face to face, touching the fingers, the 

last light of dusk coming after 

filtration through the leaves

of bougainvillea, the 

winter brings the 

reason to 

hide

the persona on the burning lips, chest !

twilight gets down bare legs on the 

spinney valley in delicate way,

plumbaginous darkness 

brings the hearts near

to closest, aroma 

of tuberose 

raising

from breath to eternal sentiments, tonight

again life desires your accompany,

wish to live again beneath your

eyelashes, sparse dreams 

are again restless on 

my unfulfilled land

of emotion,

just look with dedicated emotion my friend !

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

THE FLASHPOINT 

eternal thirst has no flashpoint,

in the musk filled night, 

passion becomes 

enraged deer, 

runs 

rudderless, on the surface of

dream trail, echoed love

brings us into the

beautiful flow 

of a 

combined point, life wants

to convert the dual

 body to single

cellular 

soul, 

indulged bodies doesn't wish 

to separate their persona,

perfection of love 

reaches on 

the peak,

the saffron morning smiles on

the horizon line in form of 

bright algor drops, it's

not the climax, life

desires your 

existence 

into the breath, through the

nerves in the captivated 

way to forever - - 

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

  

THE HYDROUS EYES 

can't you live without me, it's not so easy 

to break the shared feeling, used to

each other, conscious or in unconscious

desire to acquire with deep pleasure, 

adherence of invisible relation, does not 

allow you to separate from the chest, 

often, your unquenchable spirit instigates

my passive vigor to love you beyond 

the extreme obsession, in the midnight, 

your that illusive form, forces me to

follow the path of violent passionate love !

everywhere opiate, heady atmosphere,

you will be not free from these chains of 

habit to being in a part of each other, 

do not decide to leave the soul to accept 

the other corporal world, just keep the 

hydrous eyes on the flame of lip's edges,

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

LATE NIGHT CALLS 

late night call from the sand dune creates 

the blue dream, sleepless emotion 

waits for stranger love, the 

door knocking goes 

from slower to 

deeper, 

infatuated moments fill the fragrance of 

nocturnal bloom, the cactus or 

mesua ferrea, I don't know, 

whole the night aroma 

drops into dank of 

dew, your lips 

moves 

on the chest, creates the marsh, later 

pink night lilies open the drowsy

petals, the passionate breath 

gradually melts the thin 

layer of icy hesitation,

in the winter night

nearish to body

and soul,

your presence makes the realism of 

illusive life - - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

PAINTING BY SUE ERVIN 

THE MIDNIGHT DETONATION 

here river meets the ocean, somatic union !

feculent flow and saline blue have no 

other choice apart from to shared

acceptance, it's helplessness

or natural link, confusion 

resides in the minds, 

in fact on estuary

her rendering 

instigates 

the 

sleeping igneous massif, in your face the 

great curiosity appears in place of 

fear, your heart beating rises 

to extreme, I know on that

time you just refuse the

compromise, in the 

wet midnight, so

far you've had 

one and 

only 

desire to experience the detonation - - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by  - Jeanne Larson 

  

PIECES OF DREAM 

entombed emotions in the end of night, 

all at once revived, perhaps I woke 

up, dream had been broken, 

you were asleep, most 

probably that turning

point where the 

dream had 

left my 

hand, 

now the beautiful world of flowers, rivers 

are surrounding your persona, but

I'm searching the secured 

corridor to escape for

a survival, any way 

morning still 

waiting on 

the 

strange horizon, though our breaths feel

the reciprocal presence, I'm trying

to touch your soul, in this rare,

amazing moment of life,

persona gradually 

adopting your

miracle or 

magic 

I don't know, it seems that broken pieces

of dream are getting join itself - - - 

--  SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

aquatic bloom - Ou-Yang Guo-De