THE SWEET SYNCOPE 

I don't know; who is that, often fills the 

seclusion with passion bloom,

a damp emotion, slowly 

smoldering day 

and night,

whose touch, reacts as sting of sweet 

toxic fang, an heavenly pain

goes through the 

cell to soul,

the combustion of whose lips; confuses

the consciousness, whose eyes

have that the stakes; 

life remains 

on the

spiny edge, who is that; weaving a 

lattice in the body; by a secret

treaty with the dream,

who seeks to 

seize my

masculinity; as predator himself

becoming prey, this is an

opiate or any 

fascination,

it's land

or sky beyond recognition, after meeting 

her; I do not remember 

anything - - - 

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

kendra-baird-painting

THE AUTHENTIC TOUCH

Again she wants from me; a few moments
of the past, it was not possible to call
back the spent time of last,
either that was an echo
or the scream
of love,
floated continuously on the surface of the
gnarled mountainous terrain, and
sometimes above the chest
without showering a
the drop of rain,
the life's
aridity extended its borders so far away,
the missing link between spring and summer,
the passionate secret of Winter
nights, in the arms of
each other, with
the acute
aspire
to submerge the persona with obsession!
It's hard to convert the delicate glass
vase to metallic touch, remelting
will destroy all the natural
Beauty - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting  - long-after-sunset-by-christine-derrick

THE TALISMAN PASSION

The talisman eye shadow pulls toward the
mysterious circles, it seems the face,
such as a solitary nun of centuries,
going to erase herself gradually,
she is probably a beloved
imposture, throwing
the magical drop
dipped into
the fragrance of the unimpeachable charming -
bloom, life wants a lease of life with a
infinite blessing, to touch her
sandal format glossy
body, interior
emotions
towards to fragrance, in muscle, such as the
ferment raised by moonlight on the
rugged mountainous terrain,
someone wants to play
with burning coals,
love is toward  
repletion - - -

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

art by Michael Kenna 

THE RECKLESS SIDE

according to aristocratic rule, may be my 

passion was stigmatic, barbarian,

the love which brought you 

in the zenith of zeal,

refreshed your

sleeping

conscience, that wasn't an ordinary flow,

rather originated from the ridges of

virility, the natural attractions

had settled the fullness 

of life, a primitive 

odor of my 

body 

mingled vigorously with your unparalleled 

beauty of heart, now if the storm 

has raised up, let it ! 

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

painting by Barry Hilton   

THE DARKNESS

Soggy feeling; but rising the smoke 

from the quiescent value, endless
aspiration; embellishing the
masked emotion, just
life prepared to
Sign the
accord of darkness, the silence of the
midnight, and the indulgent
touch, immersing the
persona in the way;
that lotus
stalk
floats on the deep lake, emerging
the breath gradually to grab
the dew droplets; ardor
is dripping leisurely
from thirsty lips
joie de vivre
of love
or spring approaching in that step,
captivated moment, maybe
someone snatches the
perception bit by
bit, the muscle
and soul
becoming enslaved to the unknown
sweet compel, a twist on
somebody’s arm, life
moving on the
the wheel
of
enthrallment, night shrouded by
potter’s mysterious hands,
dreams are entering
into the body of
mannish
vigor,
to give birth to a beautiful verse!

    SHANTANU SANYAL 

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  source - Design a Dark Surreal Urban Scene with Space Brush in Photoshop

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