THE UNKNOWN FRAGRANCE 

on the smoldering lips, who has put the

wet rose, zymosis of heart waves

towards the incline, it's your

shuddering passion 

or elf- struck

effect of 

mine, 

I do not know, it's center point of your -

eyes, which has hidden the 

celestial flux, the touch

of unexplored 

aromatic 

corpus drags the persona towards the 

unexpected dream land, life has

becoming more possessive, 

to cross the prohibited

boundaries of pious

love, the graph

of obsession travelling through the spirit, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by John Atkinson Grimshaw

THE FACSIMILE

brittle dreams, and

metallic frame,

an unreasonable

choice,

incomplete pixel,

face is mine, 

no doubt,

same pride, virility,

the emerging 

ebullience,

or paused storm,

However, 

something is lacking, 

faded mercury

or time 

wants to explain

the reason behind the

missing link, 

bare

chest printed with

mysterious

tattoo,

lip marks on the serpent 

scales, night

growing 

the fangs of seduction 

or it's you

standing

in the back with sharp

thread of kite, 

wants to

play

with emotion in the

extensive ether, 

addiction

or an inebriation, I don't

know - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
leaf painting - no idea about creator

TIME FOR MOLDING 

dimmish images, do not remove

the light of heart, let me to

see the transparency

of love, for some

moment,

life wants to sit near the dried

lake, remaining marshy 

land has the little

stable water, 

most 

probably in the midnight we can

see the image of moon, 

it's to earlier to go 

back, just

wait, 

still the crawling darkness trying

to touch the maturity, the 

aroma of your body,

doesn't absorb

yet, the 

vigor

of masculanity, untouched feelings 

desires to touch the inner 

beauty, still moving 

some wet clay 

on the 

wheel of potter, give some time to 

life for molding the dream

my dear - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by linny d,vine

THE EXISTENCE OF BEAUTY 

the igneous arrow or maybe envenomed 

sting, the breakthrough change in

the planet doesn't care, on 

the path of revolt, the

cyclone itself 

makes 

the way, history itself hides inadvertently 

secrets, fantasy and reality, as the 

difference between land 

and sky, against

the injustice, 

ignorance is not less than partner of sin,

humanity is not just a feeling;

an eternal truth;

above the

all faiths

and sects, philosophies it exists, without 

that  all the beauty of world is 

nothing then a pseudo 

color which fades

before the 

maturity, 

alas, everyone consists follower of the 

infinite truth - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Chinese-flower-painting

THE SILENCE 

the silence, itself says 

numerous stories,

as the 

beautiful valleys of life,

under the shadow

 of clouds,

unfolds the inner lanes,

passing through the

 lattice light,

persona discovers the 

hidden realities,

the tender 

morning rays, the longer

shadow of trees,

innovative

 beauty of nature, writes

unpublished 

aesthetic 

verse,

between receipt and 

abandoned,

emotion

flows as wild stream, as

recluse monk

walking 

alone 

on the trail of tiny wild

bloom, a 

realization or 

renunciation, the self 

exploring or 

knowing 

the creation of world with 

new thought, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

oil painting - artist unknown 

THE UNKNOWN VOICE 

never get tired that voice, resonating 

in the valleys, constantly, in the

layer of mist, it's never

linger, that moves 

towards the 

essence 

of life,

creates new dimensions, with the 

definition of live and let live;

it moves through the

 heart to soul,

includes 

to everybody in its persona, that's a 

comprehensive light, that

merges all  the

 darkness, 

a perception of humanism, which 

absorbs all the pain beyond 

any discrimination,

a tiny stream

accepts 

whole disregard of coastal habitats, 

breaks the silence of injustice, 

stir the conscience, 

raises the 

question against the atrocities, 

exploitation of doctrines,

that voice never 

permit me

to seep, 

every night I pledge, that I will follow 

the way of Dolorosa, in each 

day break life wants

to walk on the

foot prints

of that spirit, the Adventist crusader for

the humanity,  

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting source  - test of time lithograph 

TILL THEN GOODBYE

Maybe recluse for tonight, emotions
are so tired, body and mind
wants a little rest,
please
remove all the pseudo layers, do not
call me, in the infatuated voice,
let me release, myself from the
elusive contract,
I promise,
before dawn, I will come back,
nothing is hidden from you,
my life was an
open book,
as you
wanted, you've read, underlined, and even
highlighted on the body parts
or the waves of emotion,
as a tamed bird
I followed,
repeated your tuning, your music,
sang the unknown lyric, as
a chorus of the life
remained
behind your love, even I forget self
persona, a fear to go in the margin,
a hidden horror of
sidelined life,
despite
wishing I couldn't leave your deadly
indulgence, but now drop -
the scene, though I have
assured you,
to come
back, however, that dawn should be
same with your dream, as
a crystal clear surface
of love, to see
 the real
image, the perfect combination of body
and soul, just wait for that
miraculous morning,
till then good
bye - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Seattle s Painting

  

THE RETURN OF SPRING 

opaque vision was mine, it's not fair

to blame others, not easy to 

differentiate between

rain and fog, 

because

from the window I looked the valley, 

conscience couldn't climb

the stairs of the

shrine, what

was he, 

immortal or mortal heart couldn't 

identify, a mystic love or

personal needs,

what was 

that, 

who doesn't permit to sleep me 

peacefully, though last 

night dreams were

vociferous 

with

attractive colors, but I do not know

why, I couldn't see anything 

other than black and

white, or indeed,

I didn't try to

know 

the life in depth, just watched him, 

returning back empty-

handed, alone

far away, 

however, not depressed; with dim 

smile; he said, just rethink 

colorful - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

wild bloom - by Aubusson painting

THE LEAVING SCENARIO 

it's time or the rapid running train, going

in higher velocity, in mysterious 

way, leaving all beautiful 

halts both sides, 

life is 

steady  or endearment going back in 

the light speed, as acacia trees,

paddy fields, lotus blooming

ponds, the flock of 

sparrow, or 

alone 

kingfisher, wild stream, aren't they in 

their place, or an illusion is 

dragging them with 

dementia, 

maybe 

a dream restlessly searching the lost 

address, in the mirage, isn't

the hidden oasis, who 

knows, the real 

destination, 

every 

lips has unquenchable thirst, isn't, each 

desire has the sparked fire, the

vast desolation everywhere,

every heart is beating

to touch the zenith 

point, to get

the more

than destiny, but time is passing with 

intensity - - -

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

mtstic train 

THE UNEXPLAINED

It's hard to say, who played a role in what way, life is not a digital
arithmetic, not possible
to discard the
crowd,
although everyone is alone, and have
to go away, one day alone,
after knowing everything,
however, we loved
the stage and
perform
beautifully, the glittering audience of -
sky clapped with illumination,
endless comedy, drama,
separation, union,
smile and cry,
some
unsung character, some bright pseudo
shadows, in the negative photos,
or sometimes in the
concentration
of colors,
I have searched the life desperately,
sometimes pin drop silence
and often chortle,
somewhere
between
affinity and isolation, your love has called
me, sustainably - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
childhood - by indus ladies