BEFORE THE DAY BREAK 

this morning has a story of its own; night

dissolved through fire, only then; 

the light has sparked, on

those shadow, there

were numerous 

groans, 

many concealed screams; after only then, 

the sky has dripped the dew drops, 

whose foot prints remained 

on the slope of sand 

dunes, a standstill

was in the 

life;

last night, might be a nomadic bird or a

missing dream, had wandered

entire desert, from one end

to other, there was a

pervasive silence

in the sky, 

anyway the beauty appears only after

the combustion reached the 

climax - - - 

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

art by Cindy Lane

THE PROFOUND GLOOM

I know very well, what's your intent, 

that longing hasn't cessation,

that pauses only on the 

ups and downs of 

muscles and 

bones, 

that's your helplessness or desire

to get more than need of the 

endless thirst, maybe 

that realism is 

concealed,

in your

heart, but systemic signs are clear; 

you want to get me; in  the

perfect way, however

do you think that

you'll be able

to grasp 

the virility from the abysmal depth of 

innermost, perhaps never; alike

the candle; non-melted wax

remains in spurned form,

on the edge of 

scones,

the desire to burn again, I've doubt ;

as a thirst or ignition which 

are not extinguished,

will be exist in 

your heart,

because your aspiration is more than

length of night - - - 

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

the soul 

THE DUAL PERSONALITY

debonair feelings soaked into

the wet sandalwood paste ;

the coldness of scruples

thought brings the

heart en route

for divinity;

that

doesn’t mean the denial of -

verity , a live body and

mind contains the

pragmatism of

desire,

it’s

hard not only but impossible;

to consider someone as

an inactive character

to organic needs,

actually in the

darkness

that

individual sheds the simulated

mask, this camouflage

way of survival is

the natural

fact,

the art to win the heart or save

himself by changing the

colors with the

environs,

just

similar to the marine creatures !

labyrinth of ethics and the

stripped truth of life

aren’t so easy,

external is

found

something ; story of the inner

says something different !

it’s matter ; that how

much a person has

the sagacity

to judge

himself as well as the face of in

front - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  art by Nicholas Roerich

THE VAGRANCY 

a strange tickling filled by somebody;

an unseen floating pulls towards

the blooming valley, again 

life wants to love you,

all left behind; the

chains of

unnecessary, vagrancy of heart and

changing the weather sides, now

who is interested for pseudo 

prophecy, whatever the

heart wants; that's 

the realism, 

the remaining; nothing other than just

dreams - - - 

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

hibiscus 

THE SPIRAL TRAIL

spring returned; and has imprinted,

perhaps, someone's name; 

sustained a knock on

the surface of 

heart,

from where, wet wind brings; the

wave of life;  in somatic 

foramen; such as 

windows of

fragrance are left exposed, an 

insobriety each side; 

each moment, the 

uncertainty; 

each 

second a new realization, have

achieved or something

lost the heart; do 

not know the

mind, a 

semi-sleepy; consciousness hasn't 

the grip, eccentrically step

without the addiction,

the straight trail;

looks the 

spiral - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

shades - by Charlie Waite Memory 

IMMINENT ERUPTION

in this surreal vicinity, the earth

looks as a rising sphere of cold

flame, an embryonic zeal

breaths from the ocean

of infinite obsession,

a suppressed

storm

towards to surface, the distance

between veracity and dream

becoming shorter, step by

step; effect of craving

ignites the sleeping

aspiration, the

cell of scent

or helix

of volatile emotion wants to split,

glimmer of love appearing on

the corporal waves, the

startling quiver looks

as all-embracing

midnight

rain;

the unseen clouds are gathering

on the wide chest - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL  

  

   http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  art by virginia-gieremek

I'LL WAIT FOR THAT - - -  

that sweetness; in the heart, should

be filled by someone, that all 

faces turn to be beautiful 

soul, a feeling of 

affinity 

beyond the distinguish of color, body 

appearance, a perception to 

live and let live to others, 

that generosity of

the sky which 

provides

moonlight without weigh or measure,

that love which can mold the 

explosive character into

the waxy design,

to spread 

the 

light in the distressed evening - - - - - 

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

Lucia Sarto Painting

THE SAME OASIS

Do not ask; the secret of life, the 

reason to smile; It's an art, 

which is adorned

only; when 

goes

through the pain level, it's that night;

which doesn't touch the lip of 

dawn, however; submits

entire darkness in the

feet of light; with 

silence, that 

dream, 

which in reality do not change; that

lives near the heart; then the 

same desire to get you,

again the support 

of your eyes,

the same

fascination with new scenarios; life 

doesn't leave; the search of 

evergreen oasis of 

your love - - -

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

sweet aroma 

BEFORE the spill out EMOTION

an aspiration to get the inclusive

vitality ; heart chosen you with

upbeat way, the graph of

life ; I know; not at all

goes as a parallel

ray, besides

that

the seasons has to complete its

rotation; doesn’t matter the

compulsion, there’s no

lack of excuses for

smiling, dreams

wait on the

every

steps, just needs a sanctuary in

the corner of eyes, on those

emotive moments, I’ve

stretched out the

arms, now the

absorption

hides

in your mind, the sky opens the

world of color sometimes;

may be an evening or

the end of a tired

night, depends

on sudden

rouse

of the fermenting emotion of the

heart - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  midnight reflections - Painting by Abraxas