SINCE THE CREATION 

in detection of that strange light, the 

night has gone with afflicted 

heart, in that intuition 

had the wider 

world of 

love, 

the internal and external illumination,

unfathomable intimate, viewed 

how faded faces, inclining

for survival, crucified 

emotion couldn't 

close the 

eyes, 

in that screams had oozing pain for 

the honest morning, the society

without any discrimination,

free from all class, clan

racial antagonism,

limpid the pure

humanity,

it's

heard that all veins have the same 

blessed blood, flowing with

eternal way since the 

creation - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

artist - Costanza Knight’s paintings
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ON THE COAST - -

between the day and night; numerous -

ages passed, so many ups and

downs, the aspire incalculable, 

innumerable tide of

emotions, 

submerged the edge sometimes, ever

rising midstream with floating 

island, in the opaque mist 

of coast, nevertheless

disappeared the 

city of firefly, 

flicker  

of possibility always existed, life has

searched the stair of shrine, 

the hanging root of 

banyan tree or

unknown 

rudder hand rescued the sinking soul 

all the time, a tiny colony of trust

inhabited near the heart,

maybe that's your

love or invisible

sailor,

saying is difficult - -  

- SHANTANU  SANYAL 

artist Murray Ayson
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE INFINITE VOTIVE 

ever try to go through my breath, -

how much is influence, in

the adoration, perhaps

you would be

known,

lives in these sentiments the thirst

of eternity ! the everlasting

combustion, I wish that 

you could see, 

implausible

is my

love, beyond the dream, out of any

literal parable, such as an

immortalized poetry, 

the throbbing

alphabet,

it 

arises as the fragrant smoke from

the temple - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

art by William A. Fraser
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SHROUDED UNDER THE ASHES 

the stranger eyes, chasing the persona,

behind the scene remains impulsion,

pseudo face doesn't hesitates

in front of life sized mirror, 

it crosses the flaming

ring, it's your 

aspire 

or a profound conspiracy to play with

emotion, that's maybe secret, 

hidden in your heart, my 

passion doesn't

care the 

effect

of burn, touches again and again - 

all the fire reservoir, let, the

extinct volcano must 

be appeared in

tonight !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

1- painting by andré schmucki

2 -Abstract-Painting-002, no idea about painter
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THE MISTY PERCEPTION 

not a sound anywhere; nor I get my 

news; a trance, or descending

the opiate, what kind of 

magical shadow 

all around,

spread 

over valleys, such as the way of the

glass membrane, a vibration 

floating in the winds, to 

touch the inner

graph,

how does it stand offishness, deep 

solitude in the crowd, ineffective 

your love, invisible attraction

lure away somewhere 

in the mist, what 

kind of

stoicism, not freedom, nor an 

indulgence; continuing 

the diversion, amid

the relapse 

and the 

emergence, an unknown hand, 

every time, such as 

marching toward

the darkness 

to take 

over all abstraction, that's reason -

conscience never dies - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

artist Misty Morning by Bonnie Hamlin
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THE OBSESSIVE POINT 

the perception wasn't fable, closely

looked the rise and fall of life, 

every breath has the 

desire to get 

more 

than available, the divergency of -

emotion didn't care any

resistance, moved

rapidly, crossed

the edge, 

eroded incessantly the dyke, the

inundation washed away 

every thing, body 

heart, soul,

nobody

could stop the obsessive mood,

unsolved mystery of your

love brought the life

over the zenith

of weird 

planet, neither earth nor the space,

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

artist ROGER JOHNSON 
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THE VENERATION 

nothing is wrong in smiling, 

some compulsion turns

to beauty, some 

sacrifice 

reached to veneration, few 

flowers touched to

the feet of 

deity, 

at all events, I've remember 

him, do not ever stop 

praying hand, 

how much

blessing came on the void 

palmar, it's not 

significant,

how 

much was the level of love,

the fidelity was the 

soul in the life,

and that 

brings 

the breath toward devotion,

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Oil Painting by Gary and Kathwren Jenkins
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THE UNPARALLELED COGNITION

  

I don't know the reality, but truth revealed 

too late; that you've loved me, more 

than yourself, and it's the 

concealed question !

is it possible,

or a myth

of 

consolation, whatever reason was in the

darkness of backstage, it has full

fascinated my persona and 

allured me to accept 

the venom for 

long life

after

the death, you believe or not, something -

panchromatic view floats in the

vision, brings toward the 

suprmundane aura, 

it's obvious,

you're

standing in the mist of celestial beauty,

and that illusion chants silently,

beyond all contradiction

my fingers touch 

your form -

less 

face, gets back unparalleled cognition - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

painting by John Fennell  
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BEYOND THE SYMBOL 

the toxin or elixir, whatever be, churning 

of life is important, that persona 

which reflects back from

crystal clear water, 

the dust of

time 

doesn't effect it, in seek the ultimate 

truth, own suppression was

necessary; the salvation

from egoism,

hatred,

prejudice, get rid of all the negative 

feelings, except the conscience, 

no one can help; my vision

was stayed up to the

symbol, realism

remained

the rain shadow as everlasting thirst,

that was the failure point, the

self ignorance doesn't

permit me to love

others with

same

profundity, as I loved myself, and on 

that juncture the dead emotion 

desires for resurgence,

eruption of whorl

with divine 

scent, 

and that's the sign of maturity, the real

meaning of humanity - - 

- SHANTANU SAMYAL 

spider-web, courtesy the dog museum 
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EMITTED FROM THE BODY - -

the summary of life and facial wrinkles,

the unsolved equation between

them remain mystery, the

time passed in its

way, reflection

waited

for long, but accountability wasn't easy, 

amid the golden body and flame,

one thing invisibly escaped,

it was impossible to 

catch the form -

less entity,

speechless your love couldn't saved the

somatic melting, gradually every

thing altered in the ashes,

the echoes lost in 

the chanting 

of chorus,

the priest had been closed the shrine -

gate, after the evening prayer,

now in the venues floating

the unknown mist - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 Artist Mark Webster
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/