THE BLUISH GRANDEUR 

that hangover remains prolong, though

season had changed numerous

stages, may be spring or 

autumn, someone

holds the 

hands 

in every step, the blues evenings or -

nocturnal loneliness, an 

indirect effect of 

magic or

love, 

remains into the persona, a prison, 

which is reassuring to the 

heart, an empty cage

 flying towards 

the sky,

to fill the chest by blue grandeur, the 

life at any cost; do not want

to accept the 

defeat,

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Watercolor Paintings -by Maria Barry

THE OVERFLOWED WAVES

immaculate beauty of that cognition,

I forget myself for some time,

as a sixth sense or 

supernatural

touch 

has hypnotized my parts of organ, an 

overwhelmed emotion searches

the missing words, or are 

you standing before

me, scattered 

curly long 

hair as the monsoon clouds, is it love, 

or mistletoe, an enchantment 

spell which is going to 

tame my passion, 

who are you, 

in the 

broad daylight throwing the strings of 

fascination, an omission drags

toward the mystic zymosis,

are you sitting on the 

boat, or dream

is going

to navigate toward the deep firth, for 

meeting the mosaic colored 

the strange ocean, 

who're you,

in midnight abnormally knocking the 

door of heart - - - 

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

 painting by Albert Bierstadt

THE INVISIBLE SENTINEL 

white collared face, are you the same,

who had betrayed me in the 

nook of life, and 

perhaps

thought, that I would be finish in the

darkness, but that wasn't 

happened, are you

 the same

persona,once allured to show the

exhibition, and played with

my innocence, 

exploited

the 

body and mind, again you failed to 

ruin the existence, are you

the same clergyman 

ever forced me

for the 

confession,

though I hadn't commited the sin,

but I looked your sordid 

face in the dimmed

light, when 

you had squashed the buds, are you 

similar shadow of cemetery tree

which doesn't allow any 

other bush to grow, 

but your 

pseudo prophecy couldn't stop to

bloom the wild blossom,

are you the same 

benignant,

taught 

the follower for non violence but in 

real life hidden in the mist of

cruelty, as cultivation

of beautiful 

lantana, 

however, you can't get the life, because

it's not in your hand, the invisible

protector can see through

the darkness, nobody

can betray easily 

to that 

person, continuous alert sentinel of 

instinct and soul  - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

light and shadow

THE EMPTY HANDED PERSONA

whatever is the identity, it doesn't matter,

form, color, attractive, unattractive,

dress ambient, dialect

lingua franca,

king or

beggar, fool or intellectual; after all, I am 

only a man of flesh and blood,

how will deny that, my 

chest has not 

heart,

no difference in your and my dreams;

whether lying on a sidewalk, or

on the velvet bed sheet,

sleep does not 

distinguish 

any

more; your God or my deity, I do not know

there are also scales to examine

humanity, it is heard that

Kingdom of Heaven

belong to them,

who loves

to all 

with equality, then why too much 

discrimination, hatred, 

intimate or alien,

evanescent

life, 

and the long list of desires, where will 

you bring all the burden; one

day, have to return 

empty-handed,

If you 

have something else here, that will be 

love and affinity, which can

not die, that exists into

the soul, that's

immortal 

a everlasting traveler - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Oil Painting on Canvas by Afremov 

DO YOU KNOW - - - 

flowers bloom is gone again, If you've

ever touched, petals, probably in 

the tip of your finger is 

existed the life,

sprout has

came out, appeared new life into the 

dry stipes, do you know, your 

smile has  the rarest 

essence, 

life is

becoming the chromatic, again, enliven 

a dream, an ointment; the hands 

of a prayer, the inner angelic

beauty embracing all

the depression

of life, 

do you know, in your love, an heavenly 

stream flows, with multi

tributaries of

ecstasy, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting - source - image shack 

THE CIPHER CODE 

repressed fire of chest, and the crater 

weren't similar, before the 

eruption of feeling, 

life couldn't 

scream, 

fumes

did not arise, only hydrous eyes looked, 

your returning step,the pain of 

rejection wasn't severe 

after playing with

the toy,

breaking it mercilessly; raised question, 

I had never thought love would

be so low pricing, anyway

there's a saying, that

after losing,

reminds

the life, value of receipt, maybe, you had

your own helplessness, a revelation

or a way of life, but for me it 

was a sense of rebirth,

everlasting

relationship; over supernatural union of 

souls, that wasn't the cipher code, 

that's my failure, I couldn't 

explain, the depth of 

love wasn't so 

mystic, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

The Hidden Path of Gems

THE RAY OF INSIGHT 

I'm verse libre, do not try to mold me in 

your hypothesis, depth, will be lost 

in the darkness, do not look 

me in the fog; like a 

dodder vine,

I will

wrap to your persona ; nothing would be

gain by self-immolation, a long-

lasting combustion, an 

unquenchable 

thirst of

lips,

will be remained  as a wandering soul, a

fugitive householder, the monk in

pseudo layer, no one 

understands 

such

discourse, if you can save yourself from 

beautiful fraud, then do not waste 

the time,  very simple and 

straightforward, if 

you want to

get me,

look at own conscience; I was there,I'm 

still existed, from title page on

colophon; in your reflection,

in your heart, in your

mind, 

where I'm not, in conscious or 

unconscious, every 

moment,

each breath consists my presence, do 

not run after the shadow, just 

feel my intense affection,

prepare yourself to 

assimilate my 

love in the

soul, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Ralph - Art, 

THE UNKNOWN ARTIST 

source of inspiration, I don't know,

maybe, invisible beauty, 

which makes

beautiful 

feelings, or unknown, a painter 

who fills color in life; wet

dreams are put 

on the 

corner of each eye, it's your love

or a divine gift, life before

falling at every 

step goes 

handle itself; the belief that 

someone is around,

flowers and

leaves, 

thorns and dew; survival in hot 

desert, everything has

its own 

importance;

just need to feel - - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Magic Forest

THE UNEXPIRED LIGHT

the thirst of insight wasn't easy, a thirst 

inside thirst, a desire above the 

somatic need, an eternal 

truth beyond the

philosophy, 

separated from non-duality and duality,

the abysmal love crosses the

bridge of death, ahead 

of emptiness,

period, 

epoch,  land, sea and sky, outside of 

happiness, sadness, illusion 

and reality, liberated 

from the 

contradictions of stoicism and passions,

all out of men and women, gender,

complexion, physical,

immaterial,

the

ultimate happiness, is the culmination of 

humanity; after receipt of this truth,

the divine light is not needed,

a person becomes itself

celestial beauty,

the inner 

illumination of  kindness, compassion, 

generosity, sense of all beings

be happy; at this point life

becomes pure gold;

and shines for

indefinitely, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Mattsart Fine Art Gallery 

THE RE-TRANSLATION

why not again; try to know each other,

invite to new horizons, let refill 

colors to the evening 

blues, the journey 

of life is

prolong, why not share it with open -

heart, each other's happiness

and sorrow, dream and

nightmare; victory 

and defeat,

success and failures, sunlight and 

shade, slope - ascent, this is

the essence of life; in the

hydrous eyes, why

shouldn't  be

decorate the world of galaxy, again 

life wants to rearrange the 

beauty of life, the 

eternal 

splendor love - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

midnight by Cofiboi Streetwalker