THE COMPLETION OF LIFE 

on that celestial trail, sorrow, bliss have 

less meaning, there life gets the 

amplitude, just like love's 

perfection, completion

of  continence, the

invisible touch 

of divinity,

release from pre birth's woe, curse, the 

conditions were very simple just

acceptance of aggrieved

persona, pulling to 

close the chest, 

touch of 

affectionate flush, the deep neath of 

heart, the real humanism's 

resurrection, extraction 

of real love which

travels from 

my heart 

to you, 

imperceptible but true just like your 

love for me, a natural feeling 

which makes the eyes wet, 

after looking pain on 

stranger's face,

life desires 

only one

that 

sentiment into the pulsation of everyone,

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

OIL PAINTING BY DUGGAN 

  

THE FLAMBOYANT TWILIGHT 

face to face, touching the fingers, the 

last light of dusk coming after 

filtration through the leaves

of bougainvillea, the 

winter brings the 

reason to 

hide

the persona on the burning lips, chest !

twilight gets down bare legs on the 

spinney valley in delicate way,

plumbaginous darkness 

brings the hearts near

to closest, aroma 

of tuberose 

raising

from breath to eternal sentiments, tonight

again life desires your accompany,

wish to live again beneath your

eyelashes, sparse dreams 

are again restless on 

my unfulfilled land

of emotion,

just look with dedicated emotion my friend !

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

THE FLASHPOINT 

eternal thirst has no flashpoint,

in the musk filled night, 

passion becomes 

enraged deer, 

runs 

rudderless, on the surface of

dream trail, echoed love

brings us into the

beautiful flow 

of a 

combined point, life wants

to convert the dual

 body to single

cellular 

soul, 

indulged bodies doesn't wish 

to separate their persona,

perfection of love 

reaches on 

the peak,

the saffron morning smiles on

the horizon line in form of 

bright algor drops, it's

not the climax, life

desires your 

existence 

into the breath, through the

nerves in the captivated 

way to forever - - 

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

  

THE HYDROUS EYES 

can't you live without me, it's not so easy 

to break the shared feeling, used to

each other, conscious or in unconscious

desire to acquire with deep pleasure, 

adherence of invisible relation, does not 

allow you to separate from the chest, 

often, your unquenchable spirit instigates

my passive vigor to love you beyond 

the extreme obsession, in the midnight, 

your that illusive form, forces me to

follow the path of violent passionate love !

everywhere opiate, heady atmosphere,

you will be not free from these chains of 

habit to being in a part of each other, 

do not decide to leave the soul to accept 

the other corporal world, just keep the 

hydrous eyes on the flame of lip's edges,

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

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