NO OPTION

surrounding again, the passionate pieces 

of dense clouds, on the horizon line, 

at dusk, ocean color has 

changed, the depth 

of your love is

increasing  

unexpectedly too, the magic of the night

is at its peak, on one side your 

love, on the other hand 

the whole universe, 

whom to touch

and whom to leave, it's  difficult to decide,

but life has chosen you,  anyway,

further would be seen - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

Sweet Rose Painting by Jonny Petros 

THE OCEAN DEEP EYES

no complaints, no any deal, not an oath,

you and me, no one else, no binding

no freedom, open sky, exposed 

the darkness, corporeal 

reflection, life size 

mirror the 

heart, 

no shame, no repentance, no lassitude,

I assumed you, you've fused me in 

your soul, minutiae, and whole 

the life now in your hand,

nothing destiny,

nothing divinity, you and me, had already 

paved; integration of hearts, who 

knows where's  the morning, 

and where the sun

dipped, my 

persona and ocean deep your eyes, the 

beautiful immersion - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

 Panting by Neeti Aggarwal - India

TOWARD THE BARREN LAND

that's right, in your view, my haecceity is no 

more than a sport ; flammable toy, 

passionate fire arrow, and 

sometimes liquefied

clouds,

but apart this adventure, there's a glassy -

mass too, you haven't think for that, 

or beautiful ignorance, the 

art of seduction, I do 

not know; where

is that 

extreme destination,or mechanization of 

the body, but the spirit of the soil

has become barren, far

from a range of

the flowers;

acacia

also will not grow, in life, nothing will

remain except the desert, 

and wide emptiness,

 loneliness, and

cynicism - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

art by The Kingston Lounge

THE ORIGIN OF FRAGRANCE

on those quiet moments, between body 

and soul, a non-verbal transactions;

makes the beautiful underline,

as, the night jasmine, 

embraces moon

rays, and

pour odor; new fantasies do come true in 

life, the innovative dreams emerges

from the wet emotion, have 

you ever seen the 

breathing 

flowers; it's a matter of feeling; It's true 

that, without the beautiful feelings

do not spread fragrance;

beautiful sentiments, 

arises only 

from love.

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

Painting source - art ashley.jpg

OVER, IT WAS SOMETHING

'll meet again somewhere, just walking 

on the path of life, do not allow to

extinguish the lamp of votive,

it was a short  proximity, 

but we have gone

through a long

life, some

floating sand castles, a few emerging 

nascent beads, some young

desires; and adolescent 

emotions some

mature

nights, a little boon to fruition, the lovely

prevalence of dreams, the drift

further than the imagine, 

silk or velvet-feeling

scale, it was love

or friendship, whatever was that amid us, 

but that was more than 

beautiful - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

Man-Standing-Alone

THE UNDEFINED ECSTASY

I knew, already it, you can't live without me;

the passion or destination, whatever,

reaches to the its perfection,

only on my chest, it's 

different matter,

you have 

left me on transient basis, often that's

happened, after losing precious 

thing, the evaluation is 

considered, after

descending 

tide, the

disorders have emerging on the coast, 

nothing shame in it, I am not a

philosopher's stone, that 

after touching your

body, soul 

or conscience would be pure as gold, have 

not divine blessing, which can alter

the inner darkness, brings 

you back to me, only

the atonement,

the immortal love, embraces you just like a 

own soul, that point is the 

culmination of affinity, 

ecstasy - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

 Painting - ecstasy-cloud - Leah Piepgras 

NOTHING IS HAPPENED

easy to make cry, it's difficult to bring 

the lost  smile, considering this, 

if some moment become

the clown, what's 

the harm,

do not see the color of my face, love

remains in the depths of the 

heart, don't confuse

me in a

dramatic fashion, speak clearly, you 

also need a companion,

life isn't so easy to

live alone,

I know, nothing is happened, just the 

heart is broken, the earth

isn't stopped, 

the glow 

of galaxy not faded, moon hasn't 

changed the direction,

immature dreams

want to 

prolong the night, and that's only one

realism, do not hesitate 

to accept that, 

dear friend, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Broken Glass by ~maniak70 on deviantART

THE SUPERNATURAL EVENT

the roaring night, no clouds, no rain, however

thunderbolts flashing in the sky, squint-

eyed moment of silence killer, 

no one else among us;

how we have 

swept away without a boat, standing on that 

juncture, some naked truth, some

reflection of mirror, highlighted

with some dark secret,

blending of the 

body odor,

moonlit organs and scented breath, the rise 

of the a new era, fire bath, golden glow 

in the mortal life, indefinitely 

swearing, step up

toward the 

supernatural event, just you and me - - - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

Azure Grotto. Naples - Ivan Aivazovsky 

THE GRAND SILENCE SKY

those hydrous big eyes and thrilled emotion,

quivering lips with rapier smile, I couldn't

say single word, just looked that 

angelic face for a while, 

as the delicate 

floral rug, 

persona refused to walk on that moment, 

when silence was broken, then I 

thought for myself, though

decided to say many

things, but after 

seeing to the life, became speechless, the 

just looked her continuously, like a 

gaze of night traveler, I had 

searched the stable

time, in the 

multitude of stars, galaxy anonymous blue

nebulae, and gorgeous sky of 

love - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
PAINTING  by TONY GROTE - SKY 

   

LAUNCHING THE JOURNEY

why too much pain, the thing was 

made by glass, hence

breakage, again

would be 

re decorate the showcase, just

forget the nightmare, life 

wants to run behind 

the flying fern, 

an aspire,

to collect colored feather, the wish, 

to listen the clamor of birds,

night has passed 

writing some 

poetry on

the sky, its not impossible to decipher, 

do not make the life Egyptian

mystery, some meaning

of life could be 

read only

in darkness, so wait for the next night, 

now sun is floating on his mission, 

above the sphinx, pyramids,

desert and the nile,

of course 

above

the mummy too,the lively sailor calls 

from other edge, just wait for 

crossing the river, 

perception

follows 

the path of waves, unknown to the 

destination point, a journey 

towards the new

dimension, an

innovative creation, a navigation under 

the flow of conscience,

at any cost, life

 is beautiful.

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting : Egyptian Enigma by ANDREW ANNENBERG