TOWARD THE UNKNOWN FLOW - -

an unknown deluge, an unexpected tidal 
waves, what's in your mysterious 
approach, life just floating
on the misty layers
of passion, 
in your
love, what's that thrilled trap, something -
wizard tions, or self-deception, 
it's hard to recoup in 
this moment,
here upon 
I've 
abandoned the paddles of staggered - - - 
emotion, now, life is hands of 
unknown vortex ! destiny 
or fireflies, what's
that scintilla
in your
eyes, I don't know, just I'm flowing toward 
in the world of fascination - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 


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Alberto Guillen s Flower Paintings

SILENT CONVERSATION - -

let's weave the dream again, very -
closer is the night, do not go 
so away, the bliss -
destination of
your eyes,
ends 
in my heart, leave the meaningless
divination, do not be trapped 
under the shadow of 
illusion, just 
make 
an emotional compromise, nobody 
has the beauty of perfection, 
incompleteness is the 
reality of life, do 
not refuse,
the 
fragrance of true love consisted the
short aged fragrance !
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

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art by bredly jackson

NO REGRET TO LIFE - -

   Everybody presumes my persona with my writing but that’s not correct, My all poetry is based on experiences of surrounding, friends or relatives are existed somewhere there, some reflection of childhood is also in there, No doubt imagination is too strong part of them, The real life and creation both never goes in similar way, Realism has its own beauty but bitter truth creates distress more and I do not want to make unhappy to readers, and that’s reason I love to post pleasing paintings, picture, actually I love painting since childhood, but never got chance to discover myself due to various reason.

    Still in my subconscious somewhere the world of painting is existed with unsatisfied condition. If someone will ask me what I want in next birth, certainly my answer will be painter, but I do not know rebirth is myth or reality. I get the most happiness whenever I paint but those moments are rare. In one point I’m so happy that I got a wife who loves me beyond the imagination, and I love to her more than me, that’s the stronger base for me, and no doubt my children are the most deep point for me. I can not breath without them. Hence sometimes I think, what’s need more after this - - no regret to life.

-    SHANTANU SANYAL
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LEGANT-CALLA-LILY- art by m. baldwin 

DEEP ROOTED - -

wherever you’re, something is

tempting to you, and that’s

raison d'être, even

willingly you’re

unable to

forget

me, in your subconscious my - -

love is deep rooted, in your

body and soul, in your

dream or unwrap

eye, my image

is moving

with the

kaleidoscopic reflection, certainly

in your breathing too, I’m

existed,  however I do

not know, you've

realized or

not but

I can

feel, rhythm of my love has been - -

integrated in your pulsation,

now it’s too late, to get

liberate yourself

from my

persona, you've been dissolved in –

my eternal depth of conscience.

* * 

 -  SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art by karen mills 

YOU'VE TO BLOOM - -

again you've to bloom, tonight is in 
your mist, again suppressed
emotion wants to mix 
with wild flower's 
aroma, let 
me to 
emerge, from routine graph of life - 
somewhere, equation of love 
desires to flow against
the direction of 
silvan -
stream, do not refuse to accept the 
truth that, in your heart, there's
something, which desires 
to release the 
hydrous
realization, tonight has its own - - -
beauty just try to soak it !
that's a votive of 
decades,
let souls meet tonight, who knows -
time will be clement or not - -

* * 
-  SHANTANU SANYAL 
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violet beauty

Again I'm Waiting - -

your shadow touches me often, as the
grove of blooming bougainvillea !
your love gives me, a relief 
of befall sunlight, all 
riven moments, 
I have
collected, again I'm going to decorate 
the evening, this waiting has a 
different freshness, which
is difficult to express
in words, some 
expression
never 
gets the wings of colored butterflies - - 
it's matter of feeling, it's existed
inner the heart, little moony,
little silent, but waits 
for your smiling
arrival !
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL   
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
bougainvillea-georgia-pistolis

THE UNLEASHING PETALS - -

maybe some smiles have double 
meaning, some faces adapt 
camouflage easily, 
some eyes 
can 
mislead the path, but life has its --
own philosophy, in any case, 
proceeding is the truth
of survival, time 
never waits
for any 
one,
your love has its own perception, -
a different beauty that should 
be, but my compulsions 
have its own a 
limitation,
the 
compromise somewhere fills the -
gap of relationship, do not 
frame me in your outlook, 
every individual 
has its own
identity,
let 
me to bloom with unleashing - - - 
petals - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by Deliah Hubbard

Devoid Philosophy - -

the journey starts from here, your 
detection never be complete,
if you'll not go through by 
own conscience,
your love 
has 
confined boundary, restricted up 
to religious maelstrom, the
values ends after 
reaching on 
the 
certain distance, you don't know 
the authentic truth, in your 
outlook consist the 
man made 
rules, 
but eternal truth doesn't care the
ethnic discrimination, that 
absolute beauty has 
no forced term,
indeed 
that's 
a all pervaded entity, existed in -
everybody's soul, just 
required the real 
divulgation  
of that
inconspicuous authority which - - 
lives in the dept of 
conscience - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by Tim Gardner

BEFORE THE SINKING OF STARS - -

that's your tonight, celebrate the festivity 
of my demolition, but somewhere 
you've to keep a little unseen 
distance, from the mood 
of unpredictable
darkness,
amid the evening and morning, there's -
a overnight trip, who knows the 
face of tardy wind, in a wink
shimmering stars 
maybe go to 
sleep, 
however, few drop of your affection still
existed in my heart, if you don't
mind just take away them,
perhaps in a off 
season 
it will 
be lifeline for you, the journey of life isn't
so easy - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL   

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
lovers of flowers

THE ERRANT TRAVELER - -

that path which brings toward the 
origin of wet sentiment, a 
realization of fragile
beauty, where 
life gets 
art 
of survival, a person becomes - -
real human being, who can 
feel the pain of others
face, where latent 
sense awakes
with scent
of -
universal feeling of wellness, that
spirit which can alter, the stony 
heart into the softness
of flowers, often 
life searches
that 
eternal spirit, which hold up hand
of errant traveler - - 
* * 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
art by nancy medina.jpg 1