THE BLISS OF DEFEAT 

every time you've won, in the snake and
ladder's game, I loved to see the
childish smile in your face,
it's a great gain to
me, after all
you're
too close to me, just love me, everything
is acceptable to lose; tonight has
its own elusive ridges, not
like the lines of palm,
it changes the
mood
and passion in every moment, prediction
isn't possible, in your lap existed the
the extinct galaxy, let me to
keep my head on that
boon land, life
desires
to get the precious nectar of immortality - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
god s painting 

THE UNRESOLVED RELATIONSHIP 

deserted night, the shadow of your love

walks along the wall of persona, the

fumes of extinguished candle

rising up and up, searching

the source of re-

ignition,

lots of sleeping dreams, are desperate

to wake up, a silence which wants

to write the life verse, on the

body and soul, where

you've transfered

all the lively

passion,

once

I've experienced their magical effects 

such as late night wandering 

spirits found the life, as

the fount comes

out from the

cursed 

stone, isn't possible tonight to create 

an immortal history of the nearness,

an example of the eternal -

binding, immeasurable

attachment till the 

death - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

PAINTING BY DONNA WALLACE

THE SHADOW OF SKY 

nowadays, evasiveness of familiar face,

doesn't make the difference, the

life has adjusted to live in

the thorny shrubs, 

beyond the 

need, 

loving to someone invites the doldrums,

hence, I have change the mind as 

the season, at all cost, learned

the smiling, to be pain or 

pleasure, no complain

to destiny, facing

to time is 

the 

essence of life, sometimes alone or ever

behind the caravan, nothing is the 

ego, travelling is the main 

aim, ahead or back 

the shadow of 

sky hasn't

bias,

it stretches all the time affectionate arms -

- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
photo - sky - flickr sharing 

THE UNTITLED MOMENTS

the origin of vortex wasn't clear to me,

the storm has trapped the life,

before I could sense the

consequence, any 

way, I had 

searched the shelter, finally your love 

has saved the embankment's

erosion, under the 

shadow of 

storm, 

on those unforgettable moments,I loved 

you, I have included your turmoil 

emotions into the chest, 

in the exchange 

nothing was 

desire, 

it's different matter, that how and when,

you have provoked to see the 

dreams, after passing 

away the lunatic 

winds, fanatic

rains, 

obsessive clouds, the ocean pacified in 

the midnight, the shore has been

left far away, it wasn't 

possible to see, 

the foot 

prints on the wet sand, hence, I have 

thrown the hull - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

thunderbolt - painting by - TONY GROTE

TONIGHT 

across the sky,

again

 tonight there's

 a scrum 

of stars,

everybody wants 

to illuminate

 himself,

I'm afraid to 

show you,

 the depth of heart,

in that profundity,

 except the

 infinite gloom

and your

 shimmering love, 

bottomless 

chasm,

 swimming dreams,

the eternal 

sense,

divine precipitates, 

or self-analysis,

crust of pain, 

whatever 

having me, it's

 before you, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Milky Way  by  Darth Mojo

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