THE SELF DEPARTURE 

deserted streets, secluded environs, in the 

midnight scattered the glaucous drops 

of sky, I was speechless, watching

the soul just passed you alone ! 

was it alienation or infinite 

thirst, meditators or 

mirage who 

called 

you by suggestible voice, hence you've

left the compact body, akin to the 

Greek gods, full potency and

spilled out vigor, breaking

all the oaths you've

just discarded 

the somatic

urn, the

from the balcony in the remote I watched

the forest fire burning in the vernal

wind, you've sown the seeds

of detachment or unseen

indulgence, it's hard

to analyse in 

this moment, alas, the body can also

become your follower - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

Contemporary Modern Impressionist Paintings of Marcus Krackowizer

  

THE ENDLESS OLFACTION

Ascending smoke, the burning cigar on the
ashtray, an open book with moving
pages, life has dissipated, as  
light coming through the
half-opened
window,
broken spectacles have no more reflection,
restless sparrow sitting on the
ceiling fan, looking the
faded chandelier
who knows
where
gone all the glow of affinity, the swear to
live and die, the panting twilight,
declining light of life, the
broken spider web
isolated eyes,
opaque
the layer of the ancient dream, I want to touch your
love in the dark, trembling hands
confused, hold the torn
exotic curtain, the
alcohol drop
hasn't
the passion to catch the burning match
stick - - but life feels still the aroma
of your body, authentic, natural,
doesn't want to erase
from the persona,
the endless
olfaction!

— SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Veronique Radelet 

The Celestial Aura

perhaps, the definition of beauty was nestled

in the eyes, hence in the darkness, her

all the disapproval became the 

aspire, to get whole the sky,

on the chest, I had been

watching with silence

the shred of 

nebula, 

amazing dedication of body and soul has 

bypassed all the arguments, at that 

moment, life has been touched 

a little cloud nine, impulsive

clouds, and passionate

moonlit environs

filled the 

cipher of heart, the dream of reality, or 

rejuvenation ! mute philosophy 

watched, getting off the 

heaven on the 

earth, 

the entire space was in her arms last night!

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Nebula aura 

IF POSSIBLE 

there's no grove of bloom in front of my house, 

if possible then come, in the desolate

trails, shades of life, such as 

aliphatic moonlight has

scattered all over, 

the essence

of love in the void, it's your magic touch or 

something else,  I do not know, 

whatever is the reason, but 

breath wants to stay 

for few more 

aromatic moment, probably somewhere, the

blossom of night jasmine creating 

the syncope, or an unknown 

opiate, has been

plastered 

to life, 

if possible then come, still in front of my

door, some lamp of breathe are 

blazing - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

source : vinayaga painting ...

THE FIRST GLANCE

Why do not you see me, again from same 

At first glance, the same curiosity, the 

desire to hurt, silent running 

saws of the eye, and micro-

particles of impulse,

far in the air

floating 

passion, again look at me; in the same 

the way that life would again be

scattered, like flying

flamboyant 

flowers,

too far away, just near the multi-colored

horizon, galaxy again emerged, 

asking for your home address,

adornment of sky wait

for you, on the wet

eyelids, why

not 

decorate new dreams, that life is so 

beautiful my beloved friend,  

then look at me;  the

lost spring 

desires

 to return again, to touch you, to love you, to 

feel you, just like first glance - - 

-- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Painting  by Michelle Brown 

The Elusive Disorientation

between the fantasy and reality, there's 

a slight difference, your affection is

enthroned at that the same

invisible point, contains

the ultimate truth of

life in the tiny

glands 

of perception, five elemental body is  

locked in the cage of mind,  the 

key to salvation, remains in 

our hands, even 

knowing that

life is 

nothing, but a fire blazing night and day, 

with hundreds desires or flames, 

but we do not destroyed our 

ego, desire to posses a

lot and other side the 

losing numerous, 

dream of 

becoming paramount, creates all the

embarrassment, the life seeks 

pseudo - religions in such 

moment, the solution 

remains very 

near but

the  directionless astray carries far away 

toward the elusive path - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

climber rose

DESIRABLY EVER RELUCTANTLY

I'm standing in front of the mirror, seek my 

own image, in midnight completely

exposed, self blushing is 

nothing than

ridiculous matter, the self remorse or the 

acceptance of truth, uncertain 

moment, just before few

minutes either you've 

used me or I've

utilized you, darkness might give answer, 

isn't exactly the same body part, 

But you do not want to see

it in the light, in the 

tedium isn't 

clear 

view of the descending tide, transient 

excite, then the quietness,

between this obtain 

and losing, there

is beauty and 

disgust 

both, 

in these waves of life, isn't special sense

of love and hate, an organic need 

adopts the condition gradually, 

character articulates in the

light later everything is

swallowed by the 

darkness, life

goes 

through these two sides, completes the 

journey desirably or 

ever reluctantly - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Couple in the Forest - August Macke Paintings

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