THE TRANSPARENT IMAGE - -

out of the body also has a delightful 

world, invisible but too deep,

that feeling has the 

utmost peace,

the purity

which 

provides infinite durability, dissolves

all desires, brings life towards

the absolute beauty of 

conscience, it 

transmits

the 

animation on the languid persona, -

in that emptiness existed 

the self image, the 

transparency 

replete, 

life

removes gradually, the thorn of ego,

the color of gothicism, fills the 

aesthetic touch of truth, 

learns to love with 

faithfulness, 

and 

obtains the meaning of survival - - - 

* * 

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

art by Elin Pendleton

THE WET GLOW - -

for god sake, do not ask the realism 

of my heart, a  tempest swept 

over the delicate emotion,

some drowning stars

touched the 

surface

or floats on cerulean dust for eternity,

some dreams untouched still 

searches the peaceful 

inn for a night, I

do not 

know the address, it's heard some - - 

flashing islands are existed 

in your eyes, deeper 

than life, those 

destination

often 

calls me with cryptic message, alas !

life can get the meaning of 

that rare, scintillant

wet light - - 

* * 

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

oil painting -  not clear the painter s name 

A STANDSTILL - -

shuddering night with blazing emotion,

what kind of paradox is your love,

do not let die, aheap strain

to live, a strange 

attachment, 

neither

eschew nor outshine of my complete -

persona, an uncertainty, what's

in your heart, someday 

when you think 

pertinent, 

please say me, a dream or realism of

your fascination, what's that 

which makes life so 

complicate, it's

better to 

unwind the secret of your mysterious - 

smile, no matter it's  jack-o'-

lantern or elusive hoop,

or a deranged 

fragrance !

whatever it maybe, the wandering soul

needs a standstill - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Nick Andrew – impressionist artist

BEYOND THE WINDOW - -

a little bit stable, was the celestial -

world last night, some blurred

or an insipidity, capped 

the sky with some 

sombre feel,

on the 

surface of heart, the dreams were 

trying to recover the pain, I

know, somewhere 

you've called

me with 

a profound affinity, and that's - - - 

reason, beyond the 

window again

spring 

is standing with blooming smile - 

* * 

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

 by Sunny Williams

THE PACIFICATION - -

a lively river which flows from your 

eyes, silently, fills the coast

of feelings, the arid 

dreams get 

the 

reviviscence, life weaves some - 

innovative hypothesis, 

again pain get 

back the 

relief, 

the night has its own, as usual - - 

grievances, moonlight 

tries to fill the dark 

corners of 

valleys, 

that profound chasm desires the

unlimited illumination, the 

persona has the very

little range, but 

it tries to 

touch

the bank of galaxy, pacification - 

somewhere gives the

inkling of bliss, 

life again 

emerges on the surface, beacon 

of hope remains on the 

remote horizon !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Thomas Kinkade Oil Painting

VOICE SHOULD BE RAISED - -

the insensitive eyes all over, the -

clawing desire everywhere,

what kind of this 

world which

loosing 

the 

affinity, whom to trust when every

face has the manifold fangs,

however it's not the 

end of hopes,

raising a 

voice 

against the tyranny, to feel the - -

depth of hydrous vision,

itself makes the 

meaning of

life, 

counteracting the violence is the 

indication, that conscience

isn't died, somewhere 

the humanism 

still 

surviving, the silence will destroy 

whole the world, if you've

not the courage, to

raise the 

voice,

do not let hawthorn's diffusion, it 

will make the life miserable,

it's not my cause not 

yours, it's the

question

of 

civilization, the rights to live with

peace and dignity - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art Blue Fresco Panel

THE CAMOUFLAGE FACES - -

need to change the color of glasses,

the medieval times has elapsed,

your camouflage face is 

changing towards 

the realism, 

duality 

exposed the inner character, when -

world is going towards the 

renaissance, you're

still spectator 

of auction

squire !

carrying lash in hands, and talking 

about the equality, it's time 

to punish the satanic

forces not the 

outdated

orthodox glorification, isn't there - - 

any end of shame, or we've

to look silently the 

annihilation 

of the 

womanhood, is it the gift to human -

kind - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

 Art by Sherry Shipley    

TOWARDS THE TRUTH - -

at that juncture, somewhere, still bloom

wild flowers, joy of life emerging

from the fog, while you're 

not there, and I'm

yet searching

the trail, 

to get your redolence, to feel your bless,

I'm invoking with ecstatic way, to 

overshadow your love in 

my persona, I'm

still on the 

path 

though in some moment the darkness -

will siege the wilderness, it's

moonless night or the 

elusive nigritude,

I don't know,

just life

wants to proceed the step towards the

illumination land, the compassion

stream of your mysterious

eyes calls me with 

eagerly - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

wild bloom painting 

NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION - -

nothing wished except the inner - 

consciousness of heart,

which can provide

the cognition

to feel 

the pain of wet eyes, beyond the

achievement to self 

gratification, 

the

attainment of unmentioned bliss,

which keeps the breath 

alive to feel the 

emotion of 

others, 

and here inherent the meaning -

of life, where own anguish 

becomes very small,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

collection by sanzi 

THE UNCERTAIN PHASE - -

what's that, the dense mist or some -

grained fragmented pieces 

of soul, a muffled 

sound or 

the signal of future storm, suppressed

sob or the afflicted call of heart,

or the potential loss of 

crown, whenever 

injustice 

crosses the limit of fortitude, it's hard

to avoid the holocaust, the 

complete change is 

inevitable, you

can not 

simply wash the hands, the heaven -

and hell is existed in this 

planet only, raised 

hands and 

the

disconsolate sigh, difficult to avoid -

the uncertain volcano from 

the erupt - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by Peter Goodfellow