TOWARD THE MEANING

until now; the deluge of emotion

doesn’t achieve to the peak ,

some more fervor is

needed to win

the heart,

the

soul roving above the trail vague,

again try to touch my latent

conscience, arousing

reaction of flesh

and bone

aren’t

the destination of life, bring me on

the land of eternal piece of

mind; the affection

which can mold

the inner

sadism,

with a touch of aesthetic delicacy,

beyond the happiness of the

physical attachment, the

compelling flow of

humanity, let

me turn

on that truth of love, a rebirth to

know the meaning of survival - - - 

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  summer night, creator no idea 

FAILED TO PERFORM THE ACTING

shadow of pain touching to your river of joy;

though I've tried to hide wound, I'm sorry, 

couldn't follow the agreement, that

wasn't easy as you've thought,

hey life - - I couldn't live a 

life of fantasy, 

the surrounding barren land of my world 

couldn't permit to that, still the sad

faces have an endless wait; 

for a new day, seek the

reason to live, a 

smile from

the 

grief of darkness, looking for that morning,

I can not sleep, when all depressed

faces will get back the meaning

of life, until then o dreams 

please do not dwell 

the nest into the

heart - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
PAINTING BY CABLE BAY

THE BEAUTIFUL DECEPTION

sometimes, life wants pseudo annoyance;

a feeling to collect the sympathy, but

difficult to get the favor, on that

pale moment , the emotion

provoked the nascent

romance, conjures

stories to appeal

your love,

the charming sham has its own flavor, a

a fragrant trap, a poetic lattice

creates the pleasant feel,

nothing is immoral on

that, for a while

may be

the worn-out sentiment gets the revive,

on the staircase of life unseen bloom;

enhances the desire, intimacy

gets the dreamy touch, an

aesthetic beauty forces

you toward the zeal,

the depth of love

becomes

deeper than imagination, dimness looks

more beautiful than the moonlit

perception - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL

  

   http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  Paintings by Oleg Shuplyak

BEYOND THE DEFINITION 

dismantled the land of dream, so what ; 

no one can rob the world of your

eyes, there's an infinite 

depth that never

end, I'm the 

tireless 

traveler who wants a lifetime journey, 

may be, sky has limitation, 

amid the morning and 

evening it inhales

with exhausted

breath,

on those distressed horizon, my -

emotion fills the colors, in 

any case, I've  to 

embrace the 

life 

because I love you, it's commitment or 

compulsion, I do not know - - - 

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

Painting by Laurie Pace

THE FULL OF LIFE

the ferment moment, winy allure !

aren’t you before me ; or some

incredible soul wants to

hang on the body,

and mind, a

stupor

of affection, a wildness brings the

life on the path of blurred

darkness, while steps

are not getting

the surface;

however

the heart is mad to float in the sky !

it’s your somatic fragrance; or

prophecy of paused storm,

whatever that’s ; don’t

know exact , but

sense turned

into the

passionate ; feral antelope, runs

toward the seeker eyes, inside

that closed vortex, maybe

venom or nectar; it

doesn’t matter,

that’s arrow

or ray

of blessing only god knows, chest

needs the touch of buoyancy

a touch of wet beauty, the

full bloomed roses or

arid flowers, not

so significant,

that’s

supposed to be the overflow of life,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  painting - Midnight Interlude by Roy Tabora

PERHAPS THAT REASON

Uncertainty was in the environs,

the dense clouds in the sky, a
dead silence across the
valley of emotion,
since evening
an anxiety
roofed
the personality, ultimately before -
the end of the night, you’ve
touched the depth
of conscience,
entire
incineration; finally found the rescue,
as some relics of bygone eras get
back to the recognition, some
fossilized passion has
liberated from the
extinct, some
pale bloom
rapt
the dew droplets, life searched that
bliss redolent in your eyes, on
that juncture of acquiesce,
love performed the
role of alchemy,
for that
reason,
perhaps, I’ve accepted the fire bath,

    SHANTANU SANYAL

• http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  

  painting by Louise LeBourgeois

TOWARD THE REALISM

in the hush of last hour of night, do

not know from where ; the

hydrous wind brings

the splendor

feelings,

rousing the body and mind, a sense

of craving increases the beauty

of dream ; while you've 

left the body whiff,

on the lips, on

the fiber of

throb;

it seems that someone has left the

dew soaked the velvety rose,

an alleviate feeling gives

the brilliant relief;

the shudder of

life absorbs

a peace

beyond the description, as a sick -

get back the wish of healing,

sudden rain surprises

the arid sand ridge

of dried rivulet,

in the dark

lane

of metropolis; startling cool wind -

brings the oceanic sentiment,

or somebody secretly

keeps the bouquet

of nocturnal

white

bloom on the foyer; moonlit scent

of your amazing love creates

the illusion or you've 

just now cuddle

the ignited

flame!

the dreams are stepping toward

the realism - - -

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

Irene Sheri Summer Night Painting