THE LEAVING SCENARIO 

it's time or the rapid running train, going

in higher velocity, in mysterious 

way, leaving all beautiful 

halts both sides, 

life is 

steady  or endearment going back in 

the light speed, as acacia trees,

paddy fields, lotus blooming

ponds, the flock of 

sparrow, or 

alone 

kingfisher, wild stream, aren't they in 

their place, or an illusion is 

dragging them with 

dementia, 

maybe 

a dream restlessly searching the lost 

address, in the mirage, isn't

the hidden oasis, who 

knows, the real 

destination, 

every 

lips has unquenchable thirst, isn't, each 

desire has the sparked fire, the

vast desolation everywhere,

every heart is beating

to touch the zenith 

point, to get

the more

than destiny, but time is passing with 

intensity - - -

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

mtstic train 

THE UNEXPLAINED

It's hard to say, who played a role in what way, life is not a digital
arithmetic, not possible
to discard the
crowd,
although everyone is alone, and have
to go away, one day alone,
after knowing everything,
however, we loved
the stage and
perform
beautifully, the glittering audience of -
sky clapped with illumination,
endless comedy, drama,
separation, union,
smile and cry,
some
unsung character, some bright pseudo
shadows, in the negative photos,
or sometimes in the
concentration
of colors,
I have searched the life desperately,
sometimes pin drop silence
and often chortle,
somewhere
between
affinity and isolation, your love has called
me, sustainably - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
childhood - by indus ladies 

THE ENDLESS TRAVEL

the smiles aren't the translation of life, I

know, but no choice, commitment 

are thirsty, the reality is that

at every step we have

to be comic;

nothing 

is mine, it's true; but not easy to break

the bonds of love, dying is easy;

living with cyclonic wind,

amid the rise and

fall the protect

of persona,

aren't simple, that's the essence of life;

nothing short tract, continuous 

traveling, every step has

a new revelation,

sometimes 

I'm on the earth and destiny remains in

the sky, perhaps, it's too 

happened, he is 

so near, just

before 

the eye, but recognition was difficult, so 

I forget him just like a beautiful

dream of early dawn,

smiled and

went back on the path of life - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

chinese painting 

THE ADIEU OF DARKNESS

tonight the cloistral soul will wait,

if you can, do not forget to 

come,reconciliation of 

body and spirit, 

between the

earth and

space,

somewhere, in the emptiness of 

transparent ether, I will 

return some of 

belongings, 

some 

poetry written by moonlight on the

chest, few dew drops which

still on the tip of acacia 

thorn, numerous 

crystalline 

feeling

under the process of amethyst

touch, eager tuberoses, 

many aromatic oath,

various dreams 

of early 

dawn, 

some clasp some sweet kiss, the

smile of first blooming bud

of spring, after the all 

warlock body, 

realese 

me 

from the addictive illusion of your 

eyes - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art  - Silent prayer by GILAD BENARI

My pain was very trivial - - - 

probably, you didn't feel, the dumb 

pain, the ambush of killer

night, saline touch 

of moonlight 

into the

fresh wound, because, what you 

wanted, you've achieved, 

but my deep miles

long loneliness 

you've

deepened more,and that isolation 

made me the realistic, to

know himself I didn't

left the

householder life, rather accepted 

the defeat, I learned from

failures, identified

himself, 

learned to walk carefully, whatever 

the definition of Nirvana; but 

that love has shown 

me the path of 

infinite 

salvation, autism mind was narrow;

hence my love has opened 

the gate for universal 

entry, may be 

I haven't

share on the earth but kingdom of 

sky is extensive, no one can

overthrow him, that 

almighty

contained the all-pervading love - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/  

Art By Carole Sneddon 

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