LATE NIGHT CALLS 

late night call from the sand dune creates 

the blue dream, sleepless emotion 

waits for stranger love, the 

door knocking goes 

from slower to 

deeper, 

infatuated moments fill the fragrance of 

nocturnal bloom, the cactus or 

mesua ferrea, I don't know, 

whole the night aroma 

drops into dank of 

dew, your lips 

moves 

on the chest, creates the marsh, later 

pink night lilies open the drowsy

petals, the passionate breath 

gradually melts the thin 

layer of icy hesitation,

in the winter night

nearish to body

and soul,

your presence makes the realism of 

illusive life - - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

PAINTING BY SUE ERVIN 

THE MIDNIGHT DETONATION 

here river meets the ocean, somatic union !

feculent flow and saline blue have no 

other choice apart from to shared

acceptance, it's helplessness

or natural link, confusion 

resides in the minds, 

in fact on estuary

her rendering 

instigates 

the 

sleeping igneous massif, in your face the 

great curiosity appears in place of 

fear, your heart beating rises 

to extreme, I know on that

time you just refuse the

compromise, in the 

wet midnight, so

far you've had 

one and 

only 

desire to experience the detonation - - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by  - Jeanne Larson 

  

PIECES OF DREAM 

entombed emotions in the end of night, 

all at once revived, perhaps I woke 

up, dream had been broken, 

you were asleep, most 

probably that turning

point where the 

dream had 

left my 

hand, 

now the beautiful world of flowers, rivers 

are surrounding your persona, but

I'm searching the secured 

corridor to escape for

a survival, any way 

morning still 

waiting on 

the 

strange horizon, though our breaths feel

the reciprocal presence, I'm trying

to touch your soul, in this rare,

amazing moment of life,

persona gradually 

adopting your

miracle or 

magic 

I don't know, it seems that broken pieces

of dream are getting join itself - - - 

--  SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

aquatic bloom - Ou-Yang Guo-De

OFF SEASON CLOUDS 

there wasn't the limit, but you couldn't demand 

me from my persona, though I was restless 

to immolate the life for you, but your

worship had the limitation, it 

felt, the final receipt is 

only the body, from

that way you've

used my body,

just external 

satisfaction

wasn't

the final destination, several untouched horizon

remained discarded, though I called you

often from the valley of emotion, 

to see the beauty of eternal,

the depth of conscience,

immortal aesthetic 

charm of life, I

do not know

why your 

vision scattered, on the surface of corporal 

world, in spite of knowing that this 

attachment is only transient,  

evanescent life loved you 

too much, but you 

failed to reach 

the last 

kindred point, soul have flown like a nomad

off seasonal clouds - - - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by clouds - Toni Grote

KNOCKING ON THE DOOR

I know, one day you will forget, nobody 

keeps the promise to remember 

somebody, it's a common 

phenomenon, distance 

between two hearts

increases with 

passing the

seasons, 

gradually the familiar face becomes  

opaque, stale, pale leaves have

no choice, it replaced by new 

springers long ago, though

he was lost in illusion of 

past, keeping the 

memory frame 

glued to the 

chest !

so just keep some space in the love 

for solitude, do not love me too 

much that in the twilight of 

life I couldn't rise to 

open the door, 

for stranger 

moonlit

emotion, journey of life isn't so easy !

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

PAINTING BY MARNI MAREE 

  

THE REALISM OF MYTH 

I've just taken new birth, let me breathe some 

moment, amid the bosom my face now

searches the shelter perpetual, in 

your umbilicus crater, it's myth 

that fountain of manna is 

existed, gradually my 

thirst becoming 

ambient, let 

me lost in 

your 

illusive 

love or lust,

I do not want to 

know, in this moment 

life desires your presence 

into the nerves, through the pulsation 

from your breath to my inhalation an invisible 

bridge, indemnified hands to kiss me 

with immortality, love me beyond 

the imagination, an angel soul

who accepts me with all the

defects, beauty, ugliness 

just the emotion of the

touch stone, to alter

the life in process

of extraction of 

raw minerals 

changing 

in purity,

- -  SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Jason Stephen - Abstract Art - Contemporary Acrylic Painting on Canvas

abstract roses 

IN SEARCH OF NEW DIMENSION 

it's not the end of the earth, possibility of 

new horizon still existed in your eyes,

the floating island on the lap of 

ocean somewhere waiting,

to provide a night halt,

the dreams are as 

the voyager, 

eager to 

throw

the anchor of magic, to touch the far-off 

illuminating land, life doesn't stop 

for a moment, in fluctuation 

of sea waves the moon 

looks more charming,

more passionate,

it grows the 

seeds 

of new dimensions of aesthetic beauty,

in that indigo darkness heart 

searches your love to 

replete the rest

exploration !

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

painting - voyage - Alvin Sandler

THE NATURAL APPEAL 

incomplete breath desires to touch the zenith

of absolute truth, a affinity beyond the 

all differences, a love without any

requisition, as pure as kid's

smile, a proximity to 

sustained till 

cataclysm,

life searches the shadow of perfect calm tree,

to collect all the blooming soul to make 

a resolution to live with love and 

only love, forgetting all the 

path of hatred, feeling 

of parthenogenesis,

just an emotion, 

a natural

appeal 

to think pain for others, inclusion of alien

agony in self perception - - - 

 -- SHANTANU SANYAL 
  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
 painting by - perfect-peace-deborah-nell

IN THE TWILIGHT 

not so far away, around here that beautiful 

world resides, it's needed to open 

the mind's eye, just now life

became the daredevil - 

kid running on the

surface of thorn,

spiny stone, 

wants to 

fly 

the colorful kite, western sky capped by 

the dark clouds, thunderbolt is 

eager to show the glow, so

what, wavy emotions 

are going to break

the myth of the 

cyclone, on

the dale

now 

it's raining, the hurst of your love appeals 

my life, sentiments converted into 

the bright scale, inside out in 

this twilight the ambrosia

of love desires to 

spill out with 

elation of

phenomenal beauty, fragrance of divine 

bloom of numerous petals - - - - 

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

THE UNCERTAIN STAKE 

now the gathering of sky is toward the 

end, celestial shadow remained 

on the surface of heart, do 

you still residing into my 

intensive deep life, 

in the darkness 

of pain and 

agony, 

though I didn't force you, I do not know

why, you have included all the 

pulsation of mine in your

heart, it's risky to feel

once time with 

double 

sensation, here life becoming habitual 

of your presence, in the dark and 

light the breath follows your 

smiling trail of mysteries,

future may be erratic,

uncertain but in 

this moment 

life wants 

any 

stake to reach on the extreme proximity !

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Orchids -  painting by Matthew Bates