BEFORE IMMERSION OF SKY

I'm or do not, the guffaw of life never ends, 

doesn't wait anybody throughout the

age, today was mine, tomorrow

someone else will replace, 

the stage of life never

be deserted, in 

the shadow

and 

light the show goes on, it's another matter

that you have loved me how much or

how I had played the game of 

artifice, in the name of 

seduction and the

false fidelity, 

the 

betrayal was the natural secret, in what 

way somebody concealed all the 

naked truths, created unique

pseudo divinity, though 

that character had 

only mission 

to utilize

the 

body and brain on own principles, life

has some special meaning since 

you have joined, may be short

term or prolong agreement

of emotion, whatever 

name you give,

that was 

purely 

art of exchange, the way of survival, 

do not say that without me, you

can not live more ! but  this

illusion often prevent 

me to die, the 

life still

addicted in you love albeit it knows 

the outcome of indulgence,

nevertheless heart 

desires one 

more 

drinking round, the morning until now

is far away - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Single Rose in a Glass by Martin Johnson Heade

THE INFINITE DEPTH 

the flaccid flameless, the emotional hearth,

several  times the snowfall night too, 

couldn't bring the trembling souls 

near to each other, in the life, 

sometimes desires to 

get more, remains

secondary as 

scale, bones, shells thrown by the tides -

on the drenched edge, often feeling

suffers by asphyxia, on that 

moment the circle of 

chest looses the

 impact of 

affinity,

the voidness goes through the nerves 

to mind, the dreams converts in

the incubus, whereas the 

corporal planet hangs

to zero, life didn't 

find the space

for satiating,

this deficiency searches the perfection 

of love, virtually life chases the 

mirage, rejects the reality, 

before the dawn, the 

exhausted body 

and soul 

in the last, tries to emerge from the 

sufferings, somewhere divinity

rises from the frozen sea,

the soft ray of the sun 

changes the color 

from golden 

to silver, 

here life offers the oblation of desires 

to the overflowed waves of 

infinite depth - - 

- -  SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
photo -sun rise in frozen sea  

LET S GO, GET LOST SOMEWHERE 

I do not know, who calls in the midnight,

in the unison of unseen flute, heart 

floats as the sporadic white

clouds flies on the 

moonlit sky,

staying 

moment on the dewy frills, in the that

remote, sleepily blue mountains

look like the dreams has 

adopted them, the 

nocturnal wild

blooms 

are eager to open the cell of fragrance,

the mysterious shadow of tall tress,

a strange cause of feeling 

appears in the inner, 

bluish darkness 

creates the 

magic, 

whose personality often, separates me 

from my existence, unbridled 

passion becomes the 

maverick life, as

heart wants to

 fly near

the fascinating horizon line of eastern 

sky, nonchalant, wild emotion

tonight desires to lost 

in the natural 

appeal of

that 

eyes, wherein the pleasure of eternity is

settled - - -  

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
painting -night magic -Toni Grote
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

INTUITION OF LOST LOVE 

on that night most probably there was

some helplessness, otherwise 

it wasn't possible to reject

the obsession, effect

of the erotomania 

emerged in a 

way that 

life shattered in multi angular rupture,

multitude of stars in a moment 

became extinct, so far it's

remained the riddle of 

fanatic relationship, 

nothing  was 

accepted,

a lot of given away by someone, the 

returning back spring left over 

the beautiful memories, 

some dried leaves, 

the empty silk

shells, the 

broken colored feathers, the echo of

cuckoo calls, floating  flamboyant

bloom sticks on the thorny

shrubs, until now the 

impaction of her

fragile arms 

have encompassed to my potency !

the incompleteness of life still

searches your domination

to get the saturation 

of infinite love - - 

- - SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

paintings by Jerry Sumpter 

JUST TRY,

 EVER  - - 

even if you want to break it, you can't do that,

ligament of emotion may be delicate, 

resilient, its never detach in a

jerk, gain and lose are the

two aspect of single 

coin, just like 

after rain 

the sun light, suddenly surprised to nature,

the effects of my love was how much 

deep or shallow, I do not know, 

but a familiar, own reflective 

odor, I have felt in your

breath, the silken 

thread woven 

those dreams submerged into the persona, 

in a way that, you can desire someone, 

you can not even, a resonance will

chase you every moment, you

will be not able to corrupt 

the touched delicate 

emotion, an

unseen pain would be appeared on the 

heart, it's very difficult, be removed

from the body and soul, my 

shadow has assimilated

your individuality in a 

way that, required

upcoming birth

to rid from 

addiction of my love, believe or not, it's

eternal truth - - - 

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

THE LETHAL GAZING 

some strange stare, descends on the

depth of heart, that lethal gazing

touches the persona as a 

glassy edge goes 

silently, very 

near to 

the consciousness, life chases the 

runaway shadow, on the waves

of quiet ocean , the unseen

brainstorm plays with 

tidal dreams, here

jaded body 

desires 

to sleep on the moist sand bed !

the inventory of needs was 

prolonged, the breath 

had the limited 

length, 

though my thirsty lips reached up

to the filled glass, before 

touching the window 

panes the vapors

melted down,

remained

few finger prints on the wet glass,

meanwhile the fresh tuberoses

kept on the delicate vase, 

the twilight stupefied 

the emotion as 

darkness 

swallowed the charm of waiting, 

the depth of night becomes

lunatic, gradually your

promise goes 

toward the 

seductive trail, slowly the purity 

of love gave over the aroma

to the blooms, in the 

atmosphere now 

emerging the 

humidity 

of sweating sensation, meanwhile 

darkness sustained its 

concentrations of 

inner beauty in

natural way,

sky looks more beautiful sometimes

in moonless night - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Laine Lea Paintings - A SINGLE FLOWER

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