THAT'S WHY - - 

whatever was in my share, I tried to make

them beautiful, there's no complaint 

to destiny, helplessness later

became the citation, the

multi erosion of

shore 

cannot stop to climb the embankment, in

any case, your love holds the arms, 

protects your vision from 

drowning; life blooms 

among the thorns,

the advent of

the fragrance is  sure, the purity of -

veneration existed inside the

heart, exterior beauty has 

a mere illusion; not 

more than that,

and that's 

why, even after losing everything, life

doesn't accept the defeat - - - 

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

THE SINKING STARS

The dripping sound of dew drops, 

cognition of the falling leaves,
the silence of heartbeat,
somewhere, your love
inhales the life,
a step
sound, which gradually comes
closer, such as moonlight
secretly, without
knocking the
door,
placed some poem or letter,
immersed in the scent, from
the gap in the door, a
rustle, the scatter
of perfumes
everywhere, the sky comes down
on the surface, all direction
have illuminated with
unknown glow,
I sat throughout the night alone,
gazing at the sinking stars
one by one - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Spiral of Dust and Stars 

ON THE REALISTIC SURFACE 

lively body, pitch-darkness, beating heart, 

and proximity, what's fear, whatever

you want to get, go through the 

entire exposed somatic

point, it's not the 

geometric 

theorem, that you've required basic

principle, let the mask fall in 

natural way, you can't 

stop the impulsive 

primitiveness, 

it's natural 

need, even divine power can't restrict, but 

condition is only that, it wouldn't be to

artificial,otherwise, the love 

wouldn't be the blessing,

in a wink, curse will

destroy the 

relationship, bliss will be transformed into

repentance; there wouldn't be

anything, except the

scream and 

emptiness. 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Traditional Abstract Paintings by  VISHAL MISHRA 

THE LOST HAPPINESS

the corporal pain would be heal, itself 

one day, but the wound of heart

drops through out the life, 

that smile, which 

gives the 

pleasure to someone, persona

wants to disperse the 

hidden affection,

 it's not 

necessary, would be succeed every 

step; no harm in taking the oath;

trying to find the true meaning

of life, in this situation,

the person forgets 

the own pain,

what's

wrong in that, if dried flowers have 

a feeling of dewy touch, just 

a smile, the touch of 

affection can 

change 

the life, if possible ever, so please

try it, surely you will regain

the lost happiness,

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

THE ETERNAL FLAME 

the veil has moved up gradually, the 

secret unfolded, the realism of 

eyes was nothing except 

the illusion, again 

emotions has

wanted to

singe,

the invisible fumes raised, a feeling 

which was forced, and we have

loved, whatever to be

consequence, 

now 

stepped toward the blazing path, 

there's  no chances, to break

the oath, where was the 

origin, and where

would be the 

end,  not 

easy to say,an addiction, which

becomes passive with the

break of breath only, 

it's difficult to 

protect

from

the scorching of the eternal flame!

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting : indigo beauty - by chris beever 

THE REAL KING 

the abysmal love, layer-by-layer the

revelation, conscience looks 

for your address, the 

depth of night 

endless, 

union of soul is inevitable, immobile 

body the rising life vertical, on 

the multitudinous height 

may be the most

beautiful

lives !

desires heart as the philosopher's

stone, stainless, newborn 

emotion,  such as 

smelting gold, 

nonviolent, 

all benign, global savvy the perfect 

human who loves the entire 

universe through the

homogeneous

way, that 

has 

only power to touch the ultimate 

truth, and that would be

truly the king of the 

earth - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Carved Chariot Wheel, Sun Temple Dedicated to the Hindu Sun God Surya 

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 ...