THE ILLUMINATED FOOT PRINTS

let me pick up some oyster shells, the high 

ripples had been fallen on the beach, 

and returned back to remote 

deep sea, the beads of 

immortalized love 

scattered on 

the moist

emotion, let me hide your love into the chest,

as immature pearls, life -- that's it waiting

for you, since multiple births, this is

the same meeting point of pre-

birth, once we lost in each 

others arms forever,

on that horizon 

of dreamy twilight, once we had pledged to 

live together for lifetime, do not you 

remember, but on the colored

sky the poetry of our hearts,

remained as the divine

inscription on the 

mysterious 

shrine,

heart says in every birth we are coming, 

leaving our foot prints in illuminated

way to show the direction, as 

sailor of turmoil sea often

forgetting to navigate

the ship on the 

agitated 

waves, here our love existed in the

invisible form - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
footprints - painting by Ria Hills 

  

THE TRANSPARENT EMOTION 

it's not that, night of blessings, the essenced

moments, the fresh breathing's planet, 

nevertheless, into the heart, so far

the vibration of unexpected 

appurtenant doesn't

detach the soul 

from your 

body, 

in between of those two strange elements

the coalition of agreement existed 

since the creation, no matter 

what the name implies, 

accuracy of death, 

birth lies in that

dedication,

long breath emerging somewhere else !

the pain in the chest raises here, 

the invisible waves travel 

from emotion to alien

sentiments, if you 

want to love 

me on 

that way, do not wait for the day of boon, 

there are very few beautiful moments

in life, to accept the transparent 

venom in the name of glassy 

life - - -   

- - SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting  - Francine Henderson Art Gallery

  

DO NOT ASK MY IDENTIFICATION 

logically how much was correct the preaching,

often sitting on the stairs of shrine I think, 

the unseen priest or scholar looks 

seriously, may be one day  

he will put the chain 

on my legs with

stamp of 

blasphemy on forehead, my curiosity hasn't 

patience, in his uncontaminated world

or paradise existed across the 

seven sky, how much that's

true, perhaps he knows,

my planet is limited, 

very near to the 

heart, the 

helmet of unblessed, ill-fated, the land of 

exploited, desolate soul, my faith 

cries in the late night,  pain of

body had the temporary 

effect but the inner 

bleeding doesn't  

stop, in the 

cage of 

false hypocrite society the perception dies 

every moment, emotion suffocates, soul

desires liberation from self, entire 

divergency makes the life 

miserable, the series 

of sin and virtue

forces to

believe the unwanted realism, humanity on 

that moments became orphan child, 

clergy searches the purity on the 

scattered blood on the street, 

killers become martyrs,

I can not understand  

definition of true

religion or 

philosophy to win the humankind in this way - - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
PAINTING BY  BORIS STAROSTA 

THE TRANSPARENT VASE 

let's fly jib, clouds backed out, the edge 

smiling in the mist, across the 

valley again blooming the

hawthorn flowers, yes, I

know you're waiting

on the pier's 

stairway, 

the immortal love is emerging from the 

sound of holy conch, the evening

worship dissolving all the 

fidelity into your heart, 

the last ray of sun

searching the 

shelter on 

temple top, the twilight coming down

silently, in implicit way into the 

chest of overflowed river, 

I know, you're sitting 

with passive 

mood,

under the giant old banyan tree, the 

swinging roots feel the sinking 

breath, please go back to 

home, my soul in form

of wet moonlight 

knocking the 

door,

in your courtyard perhaps it's time to 

bloom the tuberose, the depth 

of night becoming denser,

dreams are searching

the beautiful eyes 

to stay as one 

night's 

guest, just keep all bunch of memory in 

the glass vase before

going to sleep - - -   

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Waiting For The Promise - Original oil painting by Elspeth Young 

THE CRYSTALLINE LOVE 

the same craving of materialistic way, out it 

we wouldn't think a moment, come on 

tonight to create the somatic fire 

in a form of moon beam, 

the forgotten zoar of

spiny wilderness, 

waits decades !

heart wants 

to embosom, that neglected shrine of 

emotion, several faces of gloom 

are eager to touch the glow

of sui juris star of late 

night, let try to alter

the life into the 

raw gold,

extraction process of purification is 

eager to embrace the minerals,

who knows one day our 

persona, should be

converted from 

coal to 

adamant, crystalline love required only 

cutting art of divinity to sustain the 

infinite brilliance - - - - 

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

THE RESONANT PERCEPTION 

toward the end of night, the call of sand - pipers 

near the wild lake, reminds the eye cap of 

obsessive moonlight, the herbivorous 

thirst, the predator's conspiracies, 

life has been learnt the arts  

of living in the aquarium !

for your kisses the 

lips were adust,

that's not the

truth, my 

thirst was converted in uncontrolled forest fire!

though in invisible eyes existed the elixir's 

aquarius, nomadic desires 

wandered whole the 

life, unquenchable

spirit didn't

sleep 

a moment, endless chasing to the elusive world,  

I didn't get time to think for me, in your 

veneration or love, I don't know,

persona twisted as a silky

rope, unsolved those 

entanglement 

often 

challenged to survive, to discover the new zenith!

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

contemporary figurative paintings, by Richard Baxter

THE AUTUMN WIND

dripping sound nobody listened

last night dew had drenched

the dried meadow of life,

the sky inclined with

beautiful manner

toward the

earth,

in the each particle of planet, a

sensation of potency, the

rebirth of passion is

filled by autumn

wind, on the

leafless

twig

tender sprouts are waiting for

the virgin ray of early dawn,

the somnolent face slowly

making the space on

the chest, touch of

sizzling lips, the

condensed

desire,

in sequence passing through

the muscles, bones, blood,

entire persona now in

dominance of your

thrilling grip,

life going

toward

the totality, from physical truth

to the mist of celestial bliss,

comprehensiveness of

loving soul is the

unexplored

mystery - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  

  Oil Paintings From Asia! - Lambda Art

JOIE DE VIVRE

emerging with ardent feeling, the

midnight revamped itself, the

reflection of starry sky, filling

the heart with multiple

dream, beneath the

shade of moonlit

igneous rock,

two soul

inter-weaved the beautiful designs

of future, the hush of blue dale,

the whorl of aquatic lilies

outspread the flimsy

wet petals, the

dew beads

slipped

gradually one by one from the lips !

the floating leaves hidden some

secret drops, in the porous

stem of bloom, the zeal

of life searches to

preserve the

hydrous

moment of love, the sentinel of

civilization have been slept,

the ruined pillar of near

by shrine, spreads

the lost pleasant

fragrance of

worship,

in the eastern sphere, the ray of

*joie de vivre appears, the

clinched arms slowly

became loose, on

the glowing

faces

the tiny saline drop makes the

frill of completeness - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL

* Exuberant enjoyment of life
art - Atlantic Sunset - unknown source