OUT OF SELF CIRCLE 

there's no end of this campaign, 

perpetual move towards 

the new skyline, 

continuing 

to make

the bridge between the hearts,

an attempt to weave the

scattered beads

in the same

thread,

that affinity, which borrows the 

teardrops in exchange 

of smile, in every

face, his 

image

is existed, there's no differ -

philosophy, the survival

with dignity is the

main question, 

every 

breath has the similar path of

destination, doesn't matter

it's  symbolic or the

formless - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

artist Asher Brown Durand
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

AMID THE SKY AND EARTH 

as the flowing river of gorges, colliding with

stones, proceeds through the valleys,

falls, crossing all the odds, the

life is not differ than her, 

somewhere maybe

somebody

waits for embrace, either oceanic waves or 

your distraught love, every thing has 

a destination, each element is 

mortal,  earth, sky, space, 

celestial beauty, with 

regeneration as 

well as the 

collapse 

is pre planned, it's not so easier to avoid

the fate, each of the origin has end

of course, it's difficult to avert

the natural verdict, we've 

to walk from one 

misty end to 

other 

edge, amid the immersion and the rise, 

the essence of life is hidden  - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 Sunrise Painting Roses by Laurie Buchanan
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THE SMILE OF MORNING

not a ceiling, nor a shade, unleashing sky!
free from all attachment, a flight rises
from the body to void, vertical to
the unknown destination!
above the shrines,
out of all the
prophecy,
peace
everlasting, endless travel, solo departure,
invisible all familiar or alien faces, the
demolished camp, scattered drops
of affection, left the emotion
inn, vaporized the dew,
continuous ignition,
life or desret,
morning
smiles
touching the thorn of acacia branch - - - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

morning beauty - no idea about the painter
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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
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

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 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

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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