OUT OF PROPHECY

 a short while ago, evening get down, 

it's not yet cimmerian, let it little 

romantic, emotional 

waves trying to 

walk on 

the 

rhythm of emotion, the quatrain of life 

opening the fragrance cells, 

dreams are peeping 

from your eyes, 

expect 

to live a prolong, has gone up slowly,

perhaps unconsciously, you've

touched my heart, a sweet

clangor has emerged, 

dimmed flame 

becomes

bright suddenly, further condition is 

unpredictable, as without clouds 

rain, anyway it's beautiful,

the proximity 

of 

uncertainty, an amazing fascination - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

precious roses 

THE BROKEN PROMISE

you did not come, the time stayed,

everything was numb, hazy

moonlight, dimmed

stars,

you did not come night has gone,

as a bird in the cage, hides

the beak in own

feathers,

you did not come, lost one by one 

all bunch of night jasmine .....

the emotional

fragrance

gradually became fade, poor

persona, wandered like

a shadow;

you did not come, resonance, to

be returned so far, some

void, some wet 

leaves, 

a pricks, hawthorn flowers and 

broken dreams, again

there was 

nothing 

around me; you did not come, life 

went back last night; empty-

handed slowly, walking 

along the railroad

tracks,

crossing the dried stream, in search of

dawn, toward an unknown 

remote island - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

painting by Artist Graham Gercken

THE NASCENT MORNING

night had hidden some deep secret, on 

its dark lappet, some beautiful 

moments,not appropriate 

to unfold them, a little 

lively emotion,

the touches

of affinity, 

few 

drops of celestial love, some undefined 

relationship, devoted proximity,

the kisses of moonlight,

to the snow covered 

peak of mountain,

the lunatic flirt 

with dense 

clouds,

fog descends from the pine trees, mystique 

of the night singing, and light 

emanating from the

monastery,

lily of the

night 

and tured incense; the heat of breath,

extensive serenity, intense blue

 light, damp night of orchid

 blossom, body united 

to the merger;

wild vines

towards the stems of the trees, birth of new

seedlings, on the newborn leaves, 

some precious drops of love,

greenish yellow colored, 

the arrival of rare 

morning - - - 

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

THE ABSTRUSE CONDITION

of course, I'm obsessive by birth, no prob, 

you can say stubborn, sporadic, any

other thing - - it's impossible to 

you, to make evasiveness 

from me, deliberately 

to be unaware,

even if you 

want release, an invisible vine will clench 

you, if do not believe, just try, the

skein of silk threads will 

not open; you, 

yourself

will get stuck in a snarl, my breath has taken

place, in your body and soul; now, 

you will have to keep this 

relationship,

forever, 

such as night jasmine becomes perfume,

after dissolving in oil, just the 

same way, you have 

reached on

that

level, the eternal amalgam, an unbreakable

element, I'm afraid, liberation is 

difficult in natural way, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

ART  -  the Mystic Forest by Patricia Maertz

YOU CAN'T FORGET ME - - -

do you still waiting for me; or someone 

has confused, the path of 

resonance, do you 

still remember

me and 

smile,

or somebody has been taught you, to

laugh freely, whether still in your 

heart, the lamp of my love 

is illuminated, or a 

stranger has 

made

you the galaxy, in the gloomy evening, do

you yet standing on the door,

or you've stopped the

reading the book

of poetry, 

keeping the fresh tuberose into delicate

vase, perhaps, whispering an

old song in new tune, 

fusion with the 

scented 

emotion, I know, it's damned, to keep

continue to love someone

everlasting, but heart 

says, you can't 

forget me,

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

Robin Painting by Jennifer Matthews 

THE BLOOMING SEASON

Inclined clouds wants to touch, let it 

scatter and break in drops, the 

dried lips want freshness,

nothing's wrong, if 

someone is

included,

life's open space desires that, amid 

the lips and the beaker unseen 

distance always remains,

dreams and reality 

walks together,

two parallel 

lines

goes far away, somewhere may be  

meets by mistake, emotions

placed on the thorny

paths, love is

originated 

from 

you, invisible let it complete in the 

depth of eyes, night lilies 

hides the secrets 

of aroma,

unfolds

the essence whenever delighted, life is

attached with your heart, breathing

based on your eye lash 

movements, give

me an 

passionate touch, season wants to 
bloom again, let me immerse
in the depth of feeling, 
let me diffuse, in
your

persona.

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

Painting - Lily of the Valley by Artbyrachel

THE SELF - RECOGNITION

today will not be any other thing; only
silence will speak; there should
be the space such, that you
couldn't touch me, need
a lively feeling only,
an invisible
entrance, towards the soul, through
the instinct, to the unknown
destination, into the
abstruse depth
of love,
an immersion into the rare light of
miraculous affinity, which can
heal the malignant pain,
a grace which can
alter the
depraved heart, a revival can which
change the complete
life - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Rassouli's Paintings - divine 

THE SELF DECEPTION

do not love me in such way, that I will be

alien among the familiar faces, 

don't say, that you're a 

defunct soul 

without

me,

my breathing stops, whenever, you say, 

even after the death, you will love

me in everlasting way,

do not make me

the divine

glow, 

let me remain as a earthen lamp, at least,

it wouldn't be painful, after 

extinguished, do not 

say that you've

loved me 

more 

than yourself, I'll not bear the 

self-deception !

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

by Kit Gentry 

THE INNOVATIVE SENSATION

let's go somewhere else, valley 

of flowers Is calling us,

leaning clouds, 

rising mist, 

creating the beautiful sensation,

no jealousy, nor hatred,

 where live fairy

faces,

far from the world, close to the

heart; a land where 

nothing but 

compliments, the emotions 

tied up in a thread,

flashing like

 beads;

where the nectar is poured by 

the moonlit sky; life

becomes the

philosopher's stone, Let's go 

on that place, and 

would be 

mingle with the celestial fragrance, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/ 

PAINTING OF JEFF PITTMAN 

THE LIBERATION

analysis of life is difficult to express

in the few lines, another birth is

needed to complete the 

epics of desires,

a dream to 

see

every body's blooming face, a 

relation of transparency,

we never reached

to level of 

divinity,

the pledge to liberate the inner 

darkness we wandered

on the self circle only,

in the dense 

forest of 

life,

trails confused we returned back 

always on the origin, the 

endless thirst made

us desert,

we

forgot to unfold the enclosed heart self 

orientation never allowed us to

feel the others breathing ,

smiles have had 

some hidden 

pains

too, we never gone through the caves 

of emotions, our affection had

the restricted margins

hence life 

remained isolated with egos, your

 kisses, hugs, nearness 

doesn t work

unsatisfied 

soul cried for release all the time actually

 we loved ourselves more than

others,the reality we never

confessed, definition 

of life was very

simple, 

easy but desires to get more than 

imagination, made us arid

 travelers, in the end 

stars predicted

the wrong 

direction, belated our arrivals after 

reaching so called oasis, lake

 had been dried, the 

surface of salt 

was

extended its area, far away the ocean

was laughing

loudly,

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Art by Alexei Antonov