THE FIRST GLANCE

Why do not you see me, again from same 

At first glance, the same curiosity, the 

desire to hurt, silent running 

saws of the eye, and micro-

particles of impulse,

far in the air

floating 

passion, again look at me; in the same 

the way that life would again be

scattered, like flying

flamboyant 

flowers,

too far away, just near the multi-colored

horizon, galaxy again emerged, 

asking for your home address,

adornment of sky wait

for you, on the wet

eyelids, why

not 

decorate new dreams, that life is so 

beautiful my beloved friend,  

then look at me;  the

lost spring 

desires

 to return again, to touch you, to love you, to 

feel you, just like first glance - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting  by Michelle Brown 

The Elusive Disorientation

between the fantasy and reality, there's 

a slight difference, your affection is

enthroned at that the same

invisible point, contains

the ultimate truth of

life in the tiny

glands 

of perception, five elemental body is  

locked in the cage of mind,  the 

key to salvation, remains in 

our hands, even 

knowing that

life is 

nothing, but a fire blazing night and day, 

with hundreds desires or flames, 

but we do not destroyed our 

ego, desire to posses a

lot and other side the 

losing numerous, 

dream of 

becoming paramount, creates all the

embarrassment, the life seeks 

pseudo - religions in such 

moment, the solution 

remains very 

near but

the  directionless astray carries far away 

toward the elusive path - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

climber rose

DESIRABLY EVER RELUCTANTLY

I'm standing in front of the mirror, seek my 

own image, in midnight completely

exposed, self blushing is 

nothing than

ridiculous matter, the self remorse or the 

acceptance of truth, uncertain 

moment, just before few

minutes either you've 

used me or I've

utilized you, darkness might give answer, 

isn't exactly the same body part, 

But you do not want to see

it in the light, in the 

tedium isn't 

clear 

view of the descending tide, transient 

excite, then the quietness,

between this obtain 

and losing, there

is beauty and 

disgust 

both, 

in these waves of life, isn't special sense

of love and hate, an organic need 

adopts the condition gradually, 

character articulates in the

light later everything is

swallowed by the 

darkness, life

goes 

through these two sides, completes the 

journey desirably or 

ever reluctantly - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Couple in the Forest - August Macke Paintings

THE TALE OF FEW MOMENT 

in search of the ultimate peace, life's

random wandering, the self 

made thirst, whereas 

the rich aquifer is

contained in 

the inner, 

external world, the elusive shadow

often throws the fascinating 

loop,the vortex of 

desires and 

the fear 

of drowning, doesn't permit to sleep,

losing the edge, crumbling towers 

of affinity, will to conquer the 

world and near the head

standing the death, 

Alexander is 

innocent

watching the broken stars, life has

been reached to galaxy, it's

difficult to get all the 

sky, here except 

the inanity

nothing

more brothers, the world is 

evanescent, the tale 

of few moment - - 

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

painting by artist Barbara Fox

THE MYSTIC FLAME

Had gone from very close, the dense clouds,

or as far as  barren land of life soaked 

by unexpected splashes, on that 

circle of affinity, some wet 

whit of one's love 

desires to 

melt, 

even today, someone's breath touching the

feelings, as the autumn leaves, heart

searches the inadvertently

destination, do you 

still, wait there, 

in vicinity

of that

place, where once the advent of spring, beds 

of flowers created history, some 

emerging amplitude of love, 

so far, is there the 

incense of 

the 

body, do you feel, some unchained passion

wants to grip again your wobbling 

step, the shadow of clouds

isn't inclining toward

the gray valleys, 

again 

somewhere mystic flame wants to singe -

the forest - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art - by Marius Tabac

  

THE LIVELY DREAM 

someone who comes quietly, in the 

silent night, writes some wet

message on the window 

glass by finger tip, 

in the melted 

emotion 

some beautiful affinity creates the 

the image of your blooming

love, filtered moonlight 

through the lacy 

leaves of 

gulmohar tree searches the refuge,

on the  verandah, I often look 

your aesthetic existence 

on that illusive design,

with unclouded 

beauty and

delicacy

of glassy sculpture, the wakeful 

night snatches my persona,

perhaps it exchanges

with you, in the 

rhythm of 

pulsation I find your presence into

the form of sodden, nocturnal

fragrance of tuberose,

in late night the 

melted

vapor of window panes becomes 

the lively dream - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

window - painting by Allan Kirk 

THE HIDDEN EMOTION 

inner beauty often remains abandoned,

peripheral attraction, and flow of 

emotion are reciprocal, 

amid the critical 

equation and

reality the 

extinction of love becomes fossil, as 

the mangled life enclosed by 

spiny stones, beyond 

the muscles and 

bones life

wants

the infinite pleasure, but very few 

people get it, hidden emotions 

as pure as elixir, anybody 

who has touched 

that became 

immortal.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Flower Paintings – artist jackie Jacobson

THE ULTIMATE BLISS

Far exceeds, a shadow, in his tune sings
the song of guile, some emerging
masks in the latticed light
want to participate
as a chorus,
in the
arch of emotion some seepage of tear
or the vaporized love drops are
glowing, resonant tone
goes through the
conscience,
I know
in such a case, you have forgotten the
mind and run away to touch the
mirage, while on the strings
of breath the life is
singing since
the birth of
earth,  
aside from your ignorance of deep impact
of true love, on the other hand
the beauty of realism, the
passing on the broken
pieces of glass,
how to
explain you, that the ultimate bliss is
contained in the soul, alas you
didn't realize the truth of
fire bath, going
through the
great
lengths of absolute golden age - - - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by - Mikhail Vrubel s creation 

  

WHO KNOWS - - 

somewhere amid the night fog, a 

bleak star emerging on the 

cloudy sky, the life 

again needs 

you, if it's

possible for a while, let to be 

open the gazebo of your

numinous eyes, the

random feelings

wishes to be 

restored, 

in the remote the valleys awake 

with saffrony smile, desires

have gone down in the 

moonlit dreams, like 

confused black 

buck, let to

be lost

the sense of fear in the bushes, 

let's once again, heart wants

tonight, filling your lappet 

by divine flowers, who 

knows, the magic 

of proximity 

again to 

be or not, let the thirsty lips to be 

quenched - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Franz Marc, Deer in the Forest. German Expressionist. 1913

ON THE CLOSED DOOR 

just, come out from the encircled captivity,

the life knocks the door, and you're

unaware of seasonal colors, 

I love you since genesis 

but you're lost in 

another

world, 

in seek of someone, why life to be in 

stakes, the insistence might be

carry you in the darkness 

of oblivion, get away 

yourself from 

such way 

isn't

the solution, rethink a moment for 

smiling again, lose and gain

are the infinite aspects 

of life, whatever is 

on the door 

that's

mine apart is not more than a nice 

dream  - - - 

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

Dream Of Nature Painting by Sushil Tarbar