Tuesday, 16 October 2012

THE PHASE OF LIFE - -

as a withered bloom, night gone toward 
the horizon, on that fatigue had the 
essence of life, some dream 
remained on the leaves
alike the dew drop,
few scattered 
on the 
surface, the realism of your love has the
infinite elegance, often appears 
on the edge of eyes, it's
different, some said
it's  pain drops,
but in my 
view,
that's the phase of life nothing more that,
amid the light and shadow, you 
often peep with smile - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Early-Morning-in-Kolkata by ANANT MANDAL 

Monday, 15 October 2012

THE INFINITE MARK - -

moment to moment, gradually, someone
was involved in my existence, quasi- 
asleep my passions, all of a 
sudden woke up, tried 
to touch that flame
unknown, but 
didn't get, 
slowly in the deceptive darkness it was -
extinct, that intense adherence had
the amazing beauty, into the 
depth of sigh left over 
the sweet pain 
forever, 
flagrant pictograph is inhabited, maybe
in her persona, reflects with multi -
dimension, wraps in a wink,
miraculous potency,
makes a mark 
infinite, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
ART BY JEEF PITTMAN 

THE TRANSPARENT SURFACE - -

escaping from the vision is easy, it's 
it's hard to hide from the self mirror,
the truth will never leaves the
chasing, the transparent
surface imprints 
even the 
shadow, it's the eternal flow, always 
goes toward the unknown 
confluence of emotion
and persona, the 
floating island
of feeling
searches continuously the edge, on 
that shore, perhaps existed
the land of illumination,
free from entire 
illusion,
perpetual peace of mind and body - 
the self acceptance, the 
path of self -
determination - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
reflection 2

Sunday, 14 October 2012

THE RIDDLE OF MIDNIGHT - -


last night, the gorgeous sky was depressed,
seemed very dim, the entire celestial 
world, the moonlight was faded,
without you, everything 
looked unattractive,
lifeless, the 
extensive
darkness within the conscience prevailed -
all the time, everywhere a melodious 
pain pervaded, an endless 
wait, an infinite thirst, 
kept wandering
the life, amid 
thick fog last night, a continuation of long 
yearning - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by Joyce Ortner 

Saturday, 13 October 2012

DO NOT KNOW FURTHER - -

whither floating the smell of wild flowers,
a friable touch, stir in the heart 
revealed, then a dream 
came again to 
settle in 
my eyes, I'm unaware of it; and you won 
the heart; again I'm ready; to touch 
the full goblet, a commotion 
is approaching toward
the life, gradually,
someone is
dominating to my persona with hypnosis, 
the night of pernoctation is ahead, 
again I've to compromise 
with beautiful 
deception, 

painting by Johnson Heade 

THE MONOLITHIC AMOUR - -

do not ask, the reason of silence tonight,
let me disappear for some moment,
in silvan passion of your love,
faraway expanded the 
circean moonlight,
just come 
along,
holding the arm, let's get lost in another 
world, far from all the sorrow and
pain, one such place, where, 
between me and you,
there shouldn't
be any one, 
more 
beautiful than dream, the perception of
replete attainment of body and 
soul, eternal pleasantness,
everlasting courtship,
monolithic join 
of hearts, 
more 
than somatic bondage, the bliss beyond 
the imagination - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
painting by GRAHAM HEPWORTH

Friday, 12 October 2012

THE INVARIANT BONDING - -

you remember or not, that's different thing,
indeed you, exist in illumination of 
eyes, I know, still in your heart 
something is hidden, you 
accept it or not that's 
different matter, 
yet, on the 
turning point, few emotions, lying among 
the dry leaves, dew drops has dried 
up, so what, still in your uneasy
pulsation, some hydrous 
feeling flowing day 
and night, it's
difficult 
to erase the image infinite, the mirror -
can be changed numerous time,
but, are you sure the image
will change - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
dragonfly 1

FOR SOMEONE - -

maybe you're close to the wet cognition,
say my regards to rain, did you 
hold, restless droplets on 
the palm, did you feel
me in the smell 
of wet soil, 
on the 
damp veranda, didn't you see the alone
pigeon, searching the shelter for 
hide, that's nothing except
my emotion, roving
to touch your 
heart, 
did you look the unexpected intensive -
clouds, floated in nomadic way 
just above the hanging 
chopped kite, you 
know, my 
love
on that moment, tried to reach near you,
to show the wounded spirit - - 

Kelley Studios Stained Glass Windows 

Thursday, 11 October 2012

IT'S NOT DECEPTION OF SIGHT - -


the facsimile in your eyes is so familiar,
often I met with him in mirror, that
image somewhere similar
to me, or it's the 
deception 
of 
sight, I do not know, but the heart says
that replica is authentic, on the 
edge of trembling lips my 
breath is existed as 
echo of spring 
brings 
the 
news of blooming love, you believe or 
not, a silent storm, with beautiful
feeling, approaching to the 
life - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
Madhumita Bhattacharya - Art Paintings of Indian Artists

THE FRAGRANT MOMENTS - -

often in my loneliness, like a stranger 
fragrance your existence, gives
the realization that you've
been dissolved into
the inner cell, 
from the 
body
and mind, lovely emotions are born,
on those captivated moment, 
from the conscience, 
gorgeous moonlit 
lake emerges, 
containing 
chiliad 
petals of lotus bloom, the passionate 
love becomes the pollen of 
celestial aura - - 

  Natalie’s paintings 2