UNPUBLISHED

in the game of hide and seek, willingly 

you had chosen the part of search, 

since that, I've been remained

in the isolation waiting your

surprise, years have 

converted in the

decades, 

neither you've reached to touch the point

of conscience nor I've broken the 

promise of anonymity, silent

agreement of eyes never

unfolded the secret 

of love, all the

mysteries 

existed in the depth of unsolved emotion,

and that profundity of feeling always

forced to love you more than 

life - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

no idea about painter - cathching the light 

THE RYTHM OF PULSATION

the image wasn't the real, I asked
many times, the speechless
mirror just looked with
surprise, I tried to
remind that
my
existence is within your conscience,
how, you'll remove me from
the depth of transparent
realism, my fidelity
has the intense  
attachment,
it's
not possible to erase my echo from 
the rhythm of pulsation - -

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

BEYOND THE HORIZON

extensive blue awning, again calls, the 

traveler has to walk on the path of 

unsolved conundrum, the fun

is hidden in the depth of 

labyrinth, the fickle

weather and 

numerous

aspires, life desires to touch innovative

dimension, if every thing will be on

the doorstep, then the meaning

of survival is nothing, the 

unexplored planet 

challenges 

openly,

a great deal is waiting on the trail of 

life - - - 

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

Henry Peeters Rockford Trail Painting

THE CHASTE EMOTION

gradually, the plunged earth emerged from 

the endless depth of hydrous darkness,

revealed of sun with innumerable 

flames from the womb of 

cumulus, the life 

welcomes 

the 

beauty of immaculate morning, the serene 

love of nature, communicates the

euphoria for survival, each 

and every particle gets

back the meaning,

the wave of 

love, 

compassion, fraternity, humanity searches 

the origin of your existence, to receive

the blessing for purification of 

conscience, interiority,

the refinement of 

persona,

life desires to go toward the path of sanctity,

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

natural painting by Jeff Clow

THE ENDLESS SEQUENCE

 that, adjuration wasn't the prim, however

you've broken, on that plumbaginous

twilight, the unconditional love 

was exchanged by us, 

the revolt had the

protean out -

look, but

we gladly accepted, under the banyan -

grove, witnessed by the strange 

earthen lamp, treaty of life

and death, in the dim

light, I had found,

a beautiful 

quatrain was emerged on your face,on 

that captivated moment, the 

engrossed body and 

soul hadn't time

to think, 

then

when and how, we separated, do not 

know, but life was left in an 

endless sequence of

breath - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

painting by Ivan Shishkin 1
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

THE UNTRACEABLE - -

yes, I've to go far away, through the 

helical path, in the remote of 

mysterious valley, near

the conspirator 

river, to 

get 

the address of extinct ocean which 

have been turned to desert, 

I don't know, eventually

I'll find the last rain,

once together

we've 

enjoyed the redemption bath, applied 

the perfume of immortality, shared

the ignition of fire womb, and

signed on the touchstone, 

an agreement of the

endless treaty,

something

wasn't

favorable or destiny has withdrawn the

promise, the body and soul didn't

become the gold, one altered  

into the soil another flew 

away with wind, alas!

that incomplete 

union 

remained unsolved as a mystic love -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

Fusionartist Rassouli’s painting 

THE SOFT REFLECTION

autograph of night was tearful, option hadn't

near the life, it's happened many times,

those nightmarish darkness, and 

submissive persona, the 

unwanted treaty 

signed by 

life, 

but it doesn't mean, everything has ended, -

somewhere out, there was light in the 

shadow, the address of morning, 

those flickers lifted the tiny

pieces of dream, once 

again the mirror 

appeals,

in the soft reflection, your love appears with

new dimensions - - - 

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

painting by Graham Cox

BEYOND THE SPACE

 in the mist of emotion, I've searched 

your existence, my soul will follow

until the edge of space, the 

somatic termination is

not the sign of 

release !

an endless chase wouldn't be allowed

you to breath freely, in everywhere

you'll find an umbra of my love, 

it's not so easy my dear to 

evasiveness, in each 

sigh, my image 

will be 

before your eye, it's may be another -

matter, but willingly too, you 

couldn't emancipate my

presence from the 

labyrinth of 

breath,

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

dream - painting by Randall David Tipton.jpg

THE BEAUTIFUL PLANET

maybe you've thought, that without you -

the life is stranded, that's myth, in

each step I've learnt the recoup,

it's natural, time heals all the

wounds, your love isn't

my destination, it 

has limited 

impact,

my dream has pervasive colors, desires

to contain whole the universe in the

heart, though it's the creation 

of delicate fibrous feeling,

but it joins easily to 

everybody, the 

sapour isn't

an aim !

dream would be fructify on that particular

night, when everyone will feel the 

pleasure of intrepidity, out of

any faith or philosophy,

a mass emotion of

humanity - - - 

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

painting by  Carol Keene

AT ALL EVENTS

oath to live and die together, do not -

repeat again and again, that

ambition which makes

the life the thirsty

deer running

behind

the

mirage, ends only on the minus world,

those dreams of early morning 

adores the persona, it's 

not necessary that all

dreams have the 

destination, 

some 

drop of dew hidden in the heart of -

petal's whorl, that's transient 

stay or your love for me, 

whatever is that

perception,

absolute

truth 

remains on the lap of burning pyre, it's

realism of life, every tear drops 

wasn't the pearl, each secret

of smile wasn't the cordial

beauty, every touch 

wouldn't be the 

the healing

touch, 

however life survives at all events - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

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