THE SILENT REMINDER

a silent reminder, an invisible chase 

across the life span, didn't let 

me to inhale, is it the 

supreme love 

or self - 

immolation, often thinks the heart, a 

submission which goes through

corporal to soul, didn't

allow the persona 

to wander 

freely, 

is it attachment of ages epoch or 

an unending thirst, I don't

know the intent of 

that creeper,

which 

goes from veins to the conscience,

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

creepers on wall 

PLEASE RELEASE ME - -

do not drag me toward the subliminal 

illusion, it's heard, nobody returns

from that particular point, I've

to complete a lot of 

commitments, 

your love

has 

endless aspires, the life has counting 

days, your destination exists 

across the aurora, my 

existence is some -

where among 

the familiar

faces, 

do not make me stranger in my world !

just release me from your fragrant

fascination, I can't fly, let me 

to be remain on the land, 

unchain me from the

celestial beauty,

the origin

and 

the end, both are realism of earth - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by Kate Weston

ON THIS MOMENT - -

those vows, which were made ​​of glass,

so let it be broken, that was its 

destiny, life doesn't stay,

for left over fellow, 

time doesn't

stop for 

anyone, the endless travel, and alone -

viator, that's the realism, which

says invisible or somatic,

whatever is that 

source of 

the inspiration, from one end to other it's 

kingdom of continuous intensive 

mist, the strange nodule

and night and day's

tug of war, the 

available

moments are the only reality, others let

remain into the pages of future,

- SHANTANU SANYAL   

before evening - painting by Thomas Kinkade 

THAT'S LIFE - -

tonight has gone as usual gloomy, empty 

handed returned all the wounded

feelings, the avenue of sky 

remained murky, the 

emanation of 

light was 

inactive, nevertheless ! in the depth of -

breath, your love has consoled,

re invited to the obstinate

dreams, the life once

again signed on 

the moment

of living -

treaty, except the conciliation, no other

option, that's life - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

no idea about the painter 

THE CHAINED EXPRESSION 

definition of expression is under their 

ownership, have to speak up is

my duty, be raised the voice

against the injustice, 

whatever will be 

the repercussions, that's my destiny, -

it's not lesser than partner of 

sin, if my lips don't react

after looking the 

putrefaction

of so called the world's greatest corrupt 

democracy - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

-  

painting  Vicky Earle

PERHAPS NEARBY - -

I'm waiting eagerly, on the edge of dry river,

daylight is gone, wrapped in silence, 

the darkness approaching 

toward the silvan 

path, in a 

short 

while, the emotional fireflies will wake up -

from the hibernation, again the

celestial convention will be

illuminated, on the

trail, again 

the 

moonlight will talk with the shadow of trees, 

probably life will get the source of 

extinct stream, the blue 

dreams to be alter

into the colors, 

are you 

somewhere, nearby to the wet conscience,  

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

painting by Harry Brioche 1  

THE AESTHETIC DECEPTION

migratory fly wasn't my love, hence -

remained everlasting near the

wet land of heart, nested 

emotion and the tip 

of delicate 

consent, life walks on the thin layer -

of frozen lake, however on that 

uncertainty; passion goes

toward the density of

attachment, that's

pseudo glint

or the 

reflection of light, knowing is difficult,

an unknown obsession drags 

the persona on the land

of poly chrome 

drops,

with speechless pose I'm looking with

perplexed way to the nature and 

sometimes to you, discern 

is the hard, where

ended the 

sea

and began the hydrous sandy shore !

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

   

  water falls - no idea about painter   

THE STRANGE MAZE

that's the silence of statue or your love -

reacts with spellbound style, often

I have sworn to forget your 

attachment, always 

I've climbed to 

upstairs,

searched something on the moonlit roof, 

but don't know, what's lost, what's

left, the strange maze or 

dreamy loop, I've

no sense,

an ignited mirage or illusion of your love !

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

painting by Howard Behrens 1
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE INNER VOICE

in someway, one day your graceful vision -

will bring the clemency, the accursed 

lives will find light of salvation, as

in devastating night, comes 

an unexpected edge!

near to the boat 

sinking, 

someone suddenly embraces the innocent 

mass, the intensive rainfall stops in 

a wink, even invisible, it's in 

every breath, this feeling

doesn't totter the 

trust that all

lenitive

heart will get award, the liberation from all

hardship, the peace from all affliction, 

that's reason, the pure heart 

never follows the path 

of inhumanity - - 

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

painting by Claudia Barba 

THE ENDLESS JOURNEY

on that thorny, rugged path, the anguishes 

were too much, but after travelling on

that realism, only life could know 

the definition of survival, a 

perception, that makes

the raw mineral in

to the glittering

metal, you 

maybe 

aware, that after fire bath the gold gets the

acme of stability, the endless glare, 

my love has the versatile desire,

never ends on the particular

symbol, and that thirst

brings toward the

destination of

unexplored

world, 

on every step, life searches the vernal

horizon's address, it's not 

necessary that every 

locus has the 

oasis but

caravan never stops, encampment is 

temporary, a mutual agreement

between the station and 

the train, the time 

indicates to 

proceed,

toward the mountain, above the river,

beyond the forest, across the 

darkness, a continuous

journey - - 

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

art by Jan Fox