THAT'S YOU

enormously your love changed the

life, hence the image in the

mirror revealed with

the beauty of

spring,

as new creation’s tenderness often

reflects the continuum of

colors, perhaps that’s

your affection

which

brings me near the artistic outlook,

an innovative view to see

the life with different

angle, the world

looks more

striking

then past, an interest developed into

the rhythm of emotion, the

thorny trail becomes

the flourished

vista of

buds

and blooms, your scented breath fills

glamour to the dreams, the

meaning of survival gets

the perfection, the

life goes en

route for

blossom with multi dimension - - - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  painting by LYoungNasturtiums

THE PSEUDO DISTANCE

night is on your display, as a glass of trembling

hand, moments of aesthetic touch, just

nearer to spill out, please let me

back to conscious, then

ask the consent

of my heart,

I know 

the night is short, some more time, let keep the

hangover around the life, some dreams 

have to stretch the delicate emotion

slowly, do not break the moonlit

flow, let feelings be soaked 

into the nectar of wild 

bloom, later you

touch the 

soul,

still rawness is remained in the proximity, let 

little more concentration in relationship,

otherwise it will break with slight

touch, let love to reach on 

the extreme point of 

natural craft, 

after 

only intoxication should react with primitive way, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by Julie

THE UNEXPECTED RECOGNITION 

do not ask me again, the secret of smiles,

be some reason that life frequently 

keep one's feet, the time is 

merciless, that's I know,

probably, some

enigma

or a light beam of celestial beauty flows -

from your maudlin eyes, without ultra

glow, vision finds out the trail in

darkness, that's your love

which inflects the life

toward the hope, 

creative 

mind changes the persona in amazing

way, in conscience, the emergence

of an unexpected beauty, life

gets back magnitude of 

survival - - - 

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

blue night with full moon 

THE OBSESSIVE AFFECTION

the dreams were the fireflies, before

the dawn flew away toward the

unknown destination, the

leftover glow stay

behind on the

palm,

some innocent feelings trying to grow,

as a tender climber searches the

support to reach the canopy,

your love is the first ray

of sun, the injured

emotion wants

once again

bloom,

who has written poetry on the eastern

sky, the colorful script looks like

your gentle touch on the

body and mind, it’s

drowsiness or

you’ve

occupied the emptiness of life - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://s

anyalsworld.blo

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Violet Dawn painting by MARC YOUNG

Just, stay in front me - - 

blooming twilight filling the dormant emotion,

some unsolved mysteries, intoxicated

the aromatic moment, sometimes

I see you, ever scattering the 

color of sky, life wants 

to touch the trove

of rare aroma,

here 

somewhere between us, maybe existed the

blossom of nocturnal flowers, a fluffy 

moment emerging from the 

clump of  plumbaginous

darkness, aren't

you, included

in the 

quivering of heart, dreams breathing with a 

new dimensions - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Kelly Borsheim's Original Pastel Paintings

THE INTERNAL PRECISION 

you've touched all infinitesimal corner -

of life, though couldn't reached to 

that invisible point, where

lives recluse spirit,

very alone, 

apart 

of the world in his own universe, there 

inhabited beautiful emotions, a

noiseless oceanic peace of

mind, far away from the

sophism, hypocrisy,

the image of 

purity -

calls in sustained way, day and night,

flows the stream of all sense of 

well-being, precision of

mind and somatic 

penitence, 

that's inner furnace, which can purify - -

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

PAINTING BY BARBARA FOX -1

MAYBE ONE DAY 

ripples of memory goes back after 

damping the shore of emotion, 

do you still look the ocean

with hydrous eyes, or 

the blue moon 

didn't

appear a long time, I know, life has

to compromise, it's part of 

shadow and light, no 

one can be the 

lifelong co -

traveler, 

but somewhere into the your heart 

my pulsation still makes the 

dreamy graphs, I know, 

it's impossible to

remove my 

image 

from the mirror of your life - - - - - - 

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

   

oil-painting-by-xie-chuyu

THE SEARCH OF OASIS 

this night has it's own inveteracy, just 

wants to frap the complete ego 

of masculinity, escaping 

often becomes the

difficult task, 

darkness has multi-faced seduction, it

looks very calm, sedately hiding

numerous unpublished 

stories, but in 

reality, 

there's something else, just like your -

proceeding by trapped foot to 

touch the endless depth

of my submissive 

persona, 

this night's thirst isn't so simple after 

absorbing entire moonlight it 

not reaches to satiating 

point, and that's the

charm of eternity,

as your love

never 

gets entirety, life searches incessantly

the oasis of revitalized elation,

to love you again and 

again - - - 

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

    

painting by Roy Gonzalez Tabora 1

DREAMS NEVER DIES

Aspiration has infinite branches, sprouts

emerge often near the thorn, the
dried twig recovers always
with tender leaves, the
Dew droplets are
like a dream
embrace
the tip till the first ray of sun, it's a belief
that early dreams become true,
so I tried frequently to keep
in mind the scenario of
dream, Dale of lovely
flowers, rising the
fumes from
the hills,
the gurgle of wild streams, the clamor of birds,
holding my hand by you, the sweet
mischievous laugh, misty
weather, what's more
need in life, but
alas! It's the
dream,
but dreams never die - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

PAINTING BY JEFF PITTMAN   

THE CONTINUOUS KNOCKING 

do not, maneuver yourself, that life is short,

who knows, tomorrow we will meet

or not, whatever is near us,

why not share them

with open chest,

its better to

unfold

the knots, do not go so away, maybe the -

echo will not get back the path, across

the shaded window reality of life

is not so clear, the gates of

consicence are ficle,

let them free all

compacted

thoughts,

these breaths have limited space, hence

the suffocation in life, let liberate the

egos, deceit, discrimination,

prejudice from the mind, 

heart wants to adopt

the orphan child

of spring,

do not

close the door it's nobody the own reflection

is knocking the door - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 morning glory 1