THE TALE OF FEW MOMENT 

in search of the ultimate peace, life's

random wandering, the self 

made thirst, whereas 

the rich aquifer is

contained in 

the inner, 

external world, the elusive shadow

often throws the fascinating 

loop,the vortex of 

desires and 

the fear 

of drowning, doesn't permit to sleep,

losing the edge, crumbling towers 

of affinity, will to conquer the 

world and near the head

standing the death, 

Alexander is 

innocent

watching the broken stars, life has

been reached to galaxy, it's

difficult to get all the 

sky, here except 

the inanity

nothing

more brothers, the world is 

evanescent, the tale 

of few moment - - 

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

painting by artist Barbara Fox

THE MYSTIC FLAME

Had gone from very close, the dense clouds,

or as far as  barren land of life soaked 

by unexpected splashes, on that 

circle of affinity, some wet 

whit of one's love 

desires to 

melt, 

even today, someone's breath touching the

feelings, as the autumn leaves, heart

searches the inadvertently

destination, do you 

still, wait there, 

in vicinity

of that

place, where once the advent of spring, beds 

of flowers created history, some 

emerging amplitude of love, 

so far, is there the 

incense of 

the 

body, do you feel, some unchained passion

wants to grip again your wobbling 

step, the shadow of clouds

isn't inclining toward

the gray valleys, 

again 

somewhere mystic flame wants to singe -

the forest - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art - by Marius Tabac

  

THE LIVELY DREAM 

someone who comes quietly, in the 

silent night, writes some wet

message on the window 

glass by finger tip, 

in the melted 

emotion 

some beautiful affinity creates the 

the image of your blooming

love, filtered moonlight 

through the lacy 

leaves of 

gulmohar tree searches the refuge,

on the  verandah, I often look 

your aesthetic existence 

on that illusive design,

with unclouded 

beauty and

delicacy

of glassy sculpture, the wakeful 

night snatches my persona,

perhaps it exchanges

with you, in the 

rhythm of 

pulsation I find your presence into

the form of sodden, nocturnal

fragrance of tuberose,

in late night the 

melted

vapor of window panes becomes 

the lively dream - - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

window - painting by Allan Kirk 

THE HIDDEN EMOTION 

inner beauty often remains abandoned,

peripheral attraction, and flow of 

emotion are reciprocal, 

amid the critical 

equation and

reality the 

extinction of love becomes fossil, as 

the mangled life enclosed by 

spiny stones, beyond 

the muscles and 

bones life

wants

the infinite pleasure, but very few 

people get it, hidden emotions 

as pure as elixir, anybody 

who has touched 

that became 

immortal.

-- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Flower Paintings – artist jackie Jacobson

THE ULTIMATE BLISS

Far exceeds, a shadow, in his tune sings
the song of guile, some emerging
masks in the latticed light
want to participate
as a chorus,
in the
arch of emotion some seepage of tear
or the vaporized love drops are
glowing, resonant tone
goes through the
conscience,
I know
in such a case, you have forgotten the
mind and run away to touch the
mirage, while on the strings
of breath the life is
singing since
the birth of
earth,  
aside from your ignorance of deep impact
of true love, on the other hand
the beauty of realism, the
passing on the broken
pieces of glass,
how to
explain you, that the ultimate bliss is
contained in the soul, alas you
didn't realize the truth of
fire bath, going
through the
great
lengths of absolute golden age - - - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by - Mikhail Vrubel s creation 

  

WHO KNOWS - - 

somewhere amid the night fog, a 

bleak star emerging on the 

cloudy sky, the life 

again needs 

you, if it's

possible for a while, let to be 

open the gazebo of your

numinous eyes, the

random feelings

wishes to be 

restored, 

in the remote the valleys awake 

with saffrony smile, desires

have gone down in the 

moonlit dreams, like 

confused black 

buck, let to

be lost

the sense of fear in the bushes, 

let's once again, heart wants

tonight, filling your lappet 

by divine flowers, who 

knows, the magic 

of proximity 

again to 

be or not, let the thirsty lips to be 

quenched - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Franz Marc, Deer in the Forest. German Expressionist. 1913

ON THE CLOSED DOOR 

just, come out from the encircled captivity,

the life knocks the door, and you're

unaware of seasonal colors, 

I love you since genesis 

but you're lost in 

another

world, 

in seek of someone, why life to be in 

stakes, the insistence might be

carry you in the darkness 

of oblivion, get away 

yourself from 

such way 

isn't

the solution, rethink a moment for 

smiling again, lose and gain

are the infinite aspects 

of life, whatever is 

on the door 

that's

mine apart is not more than a nice 

dream  - - - 

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

Dream Of Nature Painting by Sushil Tarbar 

THE ETERNAL FLAME 

some feelings that words can't adopt,

stayed below the eyes, not to be 

scattered somewhere, such 

thinking didn't permit 

the clouds though

it passed very

near the 

valley,

some affinity ever, couldn't say the 

origin of wetness, just salinity 

increased on the surface

of life, thirst grown 

every moment, 

arid lips 

finally forgot the art of smile, on that 

dormant emotion heart wants 

infuse the love, the lamp

of twilight are burned

so far, you're

involved 

into 

the flame of breath as eternal  form - - 

-  SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

suzie addicks creation - flame 

THE REPLETION OF LIFE 

it's different matter, that all the stones 

became deity, stone carving wasn't 

my destiny, how much I loved

them it's hidden into the 

cyesis of time, the 

smile of thorns 

neglected 

by dawn, 

but night hadn't bias attitude, it has 

given the gift of some drops

as for blooming the rose!

its role was not so

negligible, 

barbed wires never ask their share 

to lane of flourish, the silence

emotion just loved to gaze 

the maturity of spring,

the fragrance was

his award, the

sometimes life becomes too short to 

complete the mum commitments, 

but that's meaningfulness of 

survival, the repletion 

of true love - - 

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

TWO WORDS 

pain was transient, just for some 

moment, the healing secret

of your eyes teaches 

to live twice, the 

isolation of 

night 

calls constantly some more rays

of moon light, if possible

again let it scatter on

the faded heart, 

life has some 

aspire to 

bloom, little fragrance of 

tuberose just leave 

for me tonight - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
realistic-pink-rose-paintings-oil by Faith Te