THE TRUTH OR MYTH 

the own pain felt very low, whenever seen

the surround, nobody is perfect; all

the twist of destiny, just now 

there were clouds, blink

of an eye the sky 

is clear,

the 

affection couldn't tie the vagabondage,

it's  ad vitam nomadic character,

nobody can chain, escapes

whenever get chance,

no boundary, sky

or earth,

even ocean can't stop its floating, the -

mind of eye is fickle just flows 

toward the slope, difficult

to create the mound,

it wanders day 

and night,

your 

love everlasting, I don't know, how much

that's truth, or myth - - 

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


  

painting by Julie Haskell 

REVIEW OF IMAGE 

you couldn't stay for awhile, alas

beautiful evening returned

by empty hand, the 

underground 

fragrance

didn't

explicit the internal beauty, the -

feelings remained latent,

however, your sneer

taught me the

realism of

gloom,

once again, life tried to lit the

extinguished chandelier,

the dream citation,

self - review,

together 

all 

create the beautiful design on

the blank canvas of 

life - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

painting by ...  Jim Warren

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE PIOUS PERCEPTION 

perhaps regained the life, 

all the cursed stone,

the flowers are

blooming 

away 

in the crevices, that's your

invisible blessing or

the nature is

performing

 the

authentic role, whatever, a

perception that 

you're 

contained indirect or

indirect way, into

the breath,

your

mercy vision brings the

light into the cavity

of ignorance, 

a trust 

which, unexpectedly, takes

the lid off the boat 

sinking, edge

itself 

comes to touch the 

midstream, life

gets back

the 

eroded coast for survival - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

rock flowers
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THE SORCERER EYES 

the enchanted sensation, steps are toward

the kaleidoscopic beauty of your love, 

every direction, rising the cloud

of mist, in a dense silence,

an image obscured, 

a lost bliss is 

revealing

the mystery of endless affection, venomous

influence or self - combustion, whatever 

is that umbra, life is eager to see

the infinite depth of your 

heart, perhaps my 

persona is 

passionate to see the palingenesis in your

sorcerer eyes - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 painting by Howard Behrens
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

MAYBE, SOMEONE WAS NEARER 

previous night there wasn't rain, gloomy

sky did not provide the reflection, 

clouds dominated entire 

world of emotion, 

an hanging 

condition between the awakening and

dormancy, dreams returned 

back with empty hands,

they hadn't time

for wait, 

agitated heart and your reluctance to touch 

the conscience, neither permitted to

live nor allowed to die, do not

know what was in her

eyes,I couldn't 

come out

from the fascination, on the chest existed

only smoldering cinders, though

in the midnight the bunch 

of tuberose had 

unfolded the

whorl, 

perhaps scattered the illusive fragrance, but 

except body odor dipped in wet sandal,

I couldn't feel any thing, might be

somewhere last night rain

lashed the mysterious

forest of love - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  art by Mysterious Forest Samiran Sarkar 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE RISE OF SOUL 

do not know, who has filled the glow, into -

the sinking eyes, unexpectedly the

morning looks more brighter 

with new definition, on

the doorstep 

whose 

affection adorns the hidden feeling, slowly -

enters into the adytum of innermost,

whose shadow surfaced on 

the complete vitality, 

life seems more 

savory than 

before,

do not know, who has changing the attitude 

with golden touch of politeness, all

sense of well - being's emotion

rising from the gloom of 

ignorance, whole 

the world is 

shrinking

in the reflection of humanism, sacred flow is

eager to wipe all egoism, arrogance,

the closed pylons are opening 

itself beyond the labyrinth

of man made, various

philosophy of 

belief or 

way of survival, love has overshadowed all

the myth, imaginations in a wink - -  

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

 painting by  CAROL TEIGEN WINGARD

THE ETERNAL FLAME

the prolonged waiting, barren land,

dream which was never seen,

the touch which never

penetrated the

conscience,

affinity

remained only on the mind, couldn't 

come out from the heart, after

that their claim, endless

love, though persona

is injured with

spiny

attachment, a penalty indeed, the

eternal dealing which never

reaches to finishing

point, in the

vision

an ignited pyre, the eternal flame !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

flamboyant flower - no idea about painter 
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THE HIDDEN BEAUTY

do not go so far, that the resonance can't

come back, in life, everything doesn't

be desired, compromise has its

own glamour, sometimes

distribution of bliss

among the

others,

creates the life more meaningful, assertive,

more harmonious, the smile of alien

or familiar faces prevents the

persona from erosion, 

the trail of life isn't 

so straight,

in every

step 

a new challenge, a new horizon, the sky 

hasn't  the permanent color, the 

cycle of time never stops,

never waits for any 

one, it moves

day and 

night,

between the breath and the season there

should be beautiful agreement,

the art to mold the emotion

accordingly the hidden

aesthetic beauty 

of nature is

the sign

of survival - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

painting by Laura Tasheiko, Maine Artist
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THE INDEFINABLE PERCEPTION

there's no compulsion, an agreement

amid the emotion, no one knows,

even nobody can understand

it, a silent agreement

without any

witness

or signature, a formless reverence, an

integrity for each other, the beauty

of truth exists in the heart, the

relationship beyond the

imagination, though

it's  rare, but

touchable,

just

required the solemn of the innermost,

the replete purity of heart - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Paintings By Alexei Antonov 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

AN INVISIBLE  ASCETIC 

beyond the space, perhaps !

somewhere resides,

 that eternal soul,

homeless, 

shapeless, free fascination, -

devoid of illusion,

far from joy 

and 

sorrow, continuing an endless

flight, the comprehensive

variance! unaffected 

by cold and 

summer,

far from the glow of the galaxy,

immersed in its own world

nevertheless,

sees 

everything; present, past, future,

nothing is hidden before

him, prevalent all

but invisible,

recluse,

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

painting by Millie Gift Smith
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