SELF INTRODUCTION 

compulsions were in its place, 

but it was difficult to deal

with responsibilities,

only you were 

not in the 

priority

list of life; It's different, that was

you in every breath, some 

dreams, which have

broken before

to see,

some relationships reduced

under the terms, many

nights have been

passed by 

sleepy

eyes, several days were the 

miles long journey, on 

every step life has

performed the

role, each

part 

was the task, familiar or the 

strange faces have 

their own views,

it's hard to

make 

satisfy to everybody but its 

easy to welcome any 

one by a smile,

day or night

life learnt

by 

itself, a silent mirror teaches 

a lot of, self rectification

never ends it's a 

endless flow

moves 

towards the new horizons !

- SHANTANU SANYAL

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The Paintings of Laura Von Rosk

THE INITIAL RAY

renascent thoughts surfaced

whenever you’ve loved

me with profundity

by inner feeling,

it’s true that

life isn’t

adequate to know to each –

other, an option always

existing to bring the

soul closer, the

burgeoning

passion

becomes thicker as darkness -

of night, goes through the

somatic world to land

of celestial beauty,

amid corporal

needs and

spiritual

belief,

a negation forever’s found, -

cells, vein, the natural

desire doesn’t ever

compromise, a

man made

values

on those point seems null and

void, the naked truth of

life isn’t possible to

hide, the eternal

flow of shared

pleasure

is the absolute realism, beyond

that all pseudo shadows

only play with naïve

mind, before all

the motif

your

appearance grows the potential

of life, as a germinated

plants spread the

tender leaf

after

getting the touch of initial ray

of sun - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

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  Linda McVay Paintings

THE NEW JOURNEY 

decorating a dream to be new again;

this is a night, or an elusive world, 

in my arms, whose the world

has gone confined,

I do not know

who has 

gone down in the depths of breath; an

endless flow; has swept me away,

then who plays; with my heart

and life; obsessive 

passions; 

floating on the moonlit sky, whose body 

odor; in the winds are being

 plastered, the tonight,

get me to a new

 journey, the

restless

soul wants the aesthetic salvation - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Night Train Painting by Murad Sayen 

FOR A MOMENT 

for a little while, ever, come

into my life; sometimes,

repeat gorgeous

mistake,

on the threshold of the heart,

get a dewy flowers; yet

the avalanche of 

indulgence,

did not 

tranquil, saffron flowers are

again blooming in the 

valleys; devastated 

world wants to

show off

again,

get in eyes again depths of the

ocean, unexpectedly, in

the desert, some

drops to be

shattered,

burning

emotions get at least the comfort,

ever by mistake, as a nomadic

clouds, just come in

 my life - - -  

SHANTANU SANYAL

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painting by RICHARD HERMAN

BEYOND THE DREAM

the procession of vivacity was on

the climax, from one end to

other, whole night the

sky has strewn the

shiny particles,

in the arc

of life,

heart had bejeweled by emotion,

previous night, somebody

touched the inmost

feeling with the

silky stir,

the

nocturnal bloom released the –

aroma with sundry essence,

immersion of heart and

soul in the darkness,

sketched many

tacit elation,

a silence

of

contentment changed the entire

persona with unexplained

perception, life regain

the enthrallment of

inner beauty, a

meaning of

deep

love toward the ceaseless bond!

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

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  budding rose 

MAYBE SOME OTHER TIME 

I've the news to break up dream, 

however, no complaints to life,

mirror was probably not 

sustainable, shattered

all hopes,so what, 

again I'll call 

the bliss,

that's not the edge of earth, there's 

a world overseas, ahead the

horizon! close to the

sky, the desire

to touch 

again,

the passion is nomadic, anywhere

doesn't wait a moment, it 

emerged from  the

turmoil waves 

and 

changed into the clouds, one side is

the arid environs, comprehensive ! 

other side existed the world 

of heart, I've to pour 

the emotion,

over the 

rain shadow terrain, a centuries old 

thirst calls me; again and again,

sometime later, maybe I

would be near you, 

to collect the 

scattered

pieces of dream, for that moment 

just wait - - -    

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

The Woods In The Spring 

ON THE OTHER HORIZON 

the agony of conscience, some other

day; whether you can see,

tonight; stay closer to

my chest, keeping

the glowing 

face,

I know; the reality of morning, any way

just decorate the wet eyelids,

this dream has its own

expansion, let, it

to be shade

on the

burning emotion, parameter of life wasn't

so easy; however on every step, 

the life embraces the odds,

my persona in your 

vision, whatever

be, but it is 

also 

true that I love you, have a somewhere 

existence apart from this earth,

I do not know! however,

I am sure, that 

unknown 

world,

to be around your heart, on that land, 

the thirsty breaths want to 

settle down - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Clouds at Sunset by Jan Atkinson

THE THIRSTY VESPER 

on those cumbersome moments,

life searches for your favor,

a prolonged sigh 

shrinks

after touching your love, like higher

tides gets relief; on the

sandy shore,

life 

absorbs the coolness of an unique

sense, innermost moisture

gives the birth to

new dreams,

languished body gets back the

passionate sensation,

a thirst wakes up

into the lips 

suddenly,  

vesper looks more beautiful than 

ever - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by STEPHEN LYMAN 

THE SWEET SYNCOPE 

I don't know; who is that, often fills the 

seclusion with passion bloom,

a damp emotion, slowly 

smoldering day 

and night,

whose touch, reacts as sting of sweet 

toxic fang, an heavenly pain

goes through the 

cell to soul,

the combustion of whose lips; confuses

the consciousness, whose eyes

have that the stakes; 

life remains 

on the

spiny edge, who is that; weaving a 

lattice in the body; by a secret

treaty with the dream,

who seeks to 

seize my

masculinity; as predator himself

becoming prey, this is an

opiate or any 

fascination,

it's land

or sky beyond recognition, after meeting 

her; I do not remember 

anything - - - 

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

kendra-baird-painting

THE AUTHENTIC TOUCH

Again she wants from me; a few moments
of the past, it was not possible to call
back the spent time of last,
either that was an echo
or the scream
of love,
floated continuously on the surface of the
gnarled mountainous terrain, and
sometimes above the chest
without showering a
the drop of rain,
the life's
aridity extended its borders so far away,
the missing link between spring and summer,
the passionate secret of Winter
nights, in the arms of
each other, with
the acute
aspire
to submerge the persona with obsession!
It's hard to convert the delicate glass
vase to metallic touch, remelting
will destroy all the natural
Beauty - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting  - long-after-sunset-by-christine-derrick