THE ABSTRUSE CONDITION

of course, I'm obsessive by birth, no prob, 

you can say stubborn, sporadic, any

other thing - - it's impossible to 

you, to make evasiveness 

from me, deliberately 

to be unaware,

even if you 

want release, an invisible vine will clench 

you, if do not believe, just try, the

skein of silk threads will 

not open; you, 

yourself

will get stuck in a snarl, my breath has taken

place, in your body and soul; now, 

you will have to keep this 

relationship,

forever, 

such as night jasmine becomes perfume,

after dissolving in oil, just the 

same way, you have 

reached on

that

level, the eternal amalgam, an unbreakable

element, I'm afraid, liberation is 

difficult in natural way, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

ART  -  the Mystic Forest by Patricia Maertz

YOU CAN'T FORGET ME - - -

do you still waiting for me; or someone 

has confused, the path of 

resonance, do you 

still remember

me and 

smile,

or somebody has been taught you, to

laugh freely, whether still in your 

heart, the lamp of my love 

is illuminated, or a 

stranger has 

made

you the galaxy, in the gloomy evening, do

you yet standing on the door,

or you've stopped the

reading the book

of poetry, 

keeping the fresh tuberose into delicate

vase, perhaps, whispering an

old song in new tune, 

fusion with the 

scented 

emotion, I know, it's damned, to keep

continue to love someone

everlasting, but heart 

says, you can't 

forget me,

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

Robin Painting by Jennifer Matthews 

THE BLOOMING SEASON

Inclined clouds wants to touch, let it 

scatter and break in drops, the 

dried lips want freshness,

nothing's wrong, if 

someone is

included,

life's open space desires that, amid 

the lips and the beaker unseen 

distance always remains,

dreams and reality 

walks together,

two parallel 

lines

goes far away, somewhere may be  

meets by mistake, emotions

placed on the thorny

paths, love is

originated 

from 

you, invisible let it complete in the 

depth of eyes, night lilies 

hides the secrets 

of aroma,

unfolds

the essence whenever delighted, life is

attached with your heart, breathing

based on your eye lash 

movements, give

me an 

passionate touch, season wants to 
bloom again, let me immerse
in the depth of feeling, 
let me diffuse, in
your

persona.

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

Painting - Lily of the Valley by Artbyrachel

THE SELF - RECOGNITION

today will not be any other thing; only
silence will speak; there should
be the space such, that you
couldn't touch me, need
a lively feeling only,
an invisible
entrance, towards the soul, through
the instinct, to the unknown
destination, into the
abstruse depth
of love,
an immersion into the rare light of
miraculous affinity, which can
heal the malignant pain,
a grace which can
alter the
depraved heart, a revival can which
change the complete
life - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Rassouli's Paintings - divine 

THE SELF DECEPTION

do not love me in such way, that I will be

alien among the familiar faces, 

don't say, that you're a 

defunct soul 

without

me,

my breathing stops, whenever, you say, 

even after the death, you will love

me in everlasting way,

do not make me

the divine

glow, 

let me remain as a earthen lamp, at least,

it wouldn't be painful, after 

extinguished, do not 

say that you've

loved me 

more 

than yourself, I'll not bear the 

self-deception !

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

by Kit Gentry 

THE INNOVATIVE SENSATION

let's go somewhere else, valley 

of flowers Is calling us,

leaning clouds, 

rising mist, 

creating the beautiful sensation,

no jealousy, nor hatred,

 where live fairy

faces,

far from the world, close to the

heart; a land where 

nothing but 

compliments, the emotions 

tied up in a thread,

flashing like

 beads;

where the nectar is poured by 

the moonlit sky; life

becomes the

philosopher's stone, Let's go 

on that place, and 

would be 

mingle with the celestial fragrance, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

PAINTING OF JEFF PITTMAN 

THE LIBERATION

analysis of life is difficult to express

in the few lines, another birth is

needed to complete the 

epics of desires,

a dream to 

see

every body's blooming face, a 

relation of transparency,

we never reached

to level of 

divinity,

the pledge to liberate the inner 

darkness we wandered

on the self circle only,

in the dense 

forest of 

life,

trails confused we returned back 

always on the origin, the 

endless thirst made

us desert,

we

forgot to unfold the enclosed heart self 

orientation never allowed us to

feel the others breathing ,

smiles have had 

some hidden 

pains

too, we never gone through the caves 

of emotions, our affection had

the restricted margins

hence life 

remained isolated with egos, your

 kisses, hugs, nearness 

doesn t work

unsatisfied 

soul cried for release all the time actually

 we loved ourselves more than

others,the reality we never

confessed, definition 

of life was very

simple, 

easy but desires to get more than 

imagination, made us arid

 travelers, in the end 

stars predicted

the wrong 

direction, belated our arrivals after 

reaching so called oasis, lake

 had been dried, the 

surface of salt 

was

extended its area, far away the ocean

was laughing

loudly,

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Art by Alexei Antonov

NO OPTION

surrounding again, the passionate pieces 

of dense clouds, on the horizon line, 

at dusk, ocean color has 

changed, the depth 

of your love is

increasing  

unexpectedly too, the magic of the night

is at its peak, on one side your 

love, on the other hand 

the whole universe, 

whom to touch

and whom to leave, it's  difficult to decide,

but life has chosen you,  anyway,

further would be seen - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

Sweet Rose Painting by Jonny Petros 

THE OCEAN DEEP EYES

no complaints, no any deal, not an oath,

you and me, no one else, no binding

no freedom, open sky, exposed 

the darkness, corporeal 

reflection, life size 

mirror the 

heart, 

no shame, no repentance, no lassitude,

I assumed you, you've fused me in 

your soul, minutiae, and whole 

the life now in your hand,

nothing destiny,

nothing divinity, you and me, had already 

paved; integration of hearts, who 

knows where's  the morning, 

and where the sun

dipped, my 

persona and ocean deep your eyes, the 

beautiful immersion - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

 Panting by Neeti Aggarwal - India

TOWARD THE BARREN LAND

that's right, in your view, my haecceity is no 

more than a sport ; flammable toy, 

passionate fire arrow, and 

sometimes liquefied

clouds,

but apart this adventure, there's a glassy -

mass too, you haven't think for that, 

or beautiful ignorance, the 

art of seduction, I do 

not know; where

is that 

extreme destination,or mechanization of 

the body, but the spirit of the soil

has become barren, far

from a range of

the flowers;

acacia

also will not grow, in life, nothing will

remain except the desert, 

and wide emptiness,

 loneliness, and

cynicism - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

art by The Kingston Lounge