AROSE FROM THE ASHES - - - 

those who've gone deep in the heart;

they've never recovered; not 

easy to get out from the 

infinite bottom,

sigh on

that surface; turns to the divinity; to 

achieve that priceless 

pleasure, a life

isn't enough,

need of

multiple births, that eternal love, ends 

from veneration to sacrificial fire, 

ultimately it changes into the

immortal relation; an 

element which

doesn't

break forever, to that the incineration 

conditions; do you are ready 

to follow me, with the 

sustained way,

rethink 

dear friend for that - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting by artist Toni Grote

THE APEX OF MELTING POINT 

shadows of clouds; thunderbolt is 

flashing on the horizon, in this 

beautiful twilight ; haven't 

you send the wet 

message; 

through the crazy wind, the heart

beats severely, fearing the 

unexpected incident, 

in the bailey of 

emotion;

the creeper of passion flower;

trying to touch the atrium 

of the innermost, in

the infinite 

vision; 

the unseen dominance; stepping 

towards my persona, maybe, 

that wants to interweave 

with body and life,

in everlasting

way - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

painting by Gene Kloss

THE IMMORTAL ELEMENT

The story of that wet night; as a poem
unfinished; into those tiny rain
drops had hidden some 
enigma, an effect of
internal eruption,
blooming of 
emotion, 
either 
you'd snatched the consciousness or
that was an obsession of mine,
after flowing away from
the confluence; we 
are one body
and one
life,
that's the mind's estuary; their body 
the level is zero, the soul is churning 
the oceanic depth, venom 
or nectar, which is 
obtained, we
have been
accepted
that,
be immortality or extinction, the
regeneration is certain, the 
pure love never dies,
it flows between 
the stiff pass
of hard 
rocks of time; everlasting - - - 
- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Alasdair McGregor - Paintings

MORE THAN THE SOUL 

an aspire to get you with saturation, 

indulging into the infinite depth

of conscience, If you wish; 

you can say it, an 

unbridled

passion; or any thing, it's true that 

you've been contained into

the vein to mind, the 

dormant state, 

or in the 

awakened condition, in the pouring 

rain; in the thrill of uncertainty, 

you get involved, into the

subconscious, or in

the attention, on

the surface

or inner

the waves of heart; where you're not,

across the mirror, through the 

reflection your existence 

is attached to the 

underground 

emotion, 

even you revolt against this fusion of

love, you will not go away - - 

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

amazing-art

THE LOST INFANCY

come on then; borrow from the clown heart;

let the people look the face of humor,

cradles hanging in the vacuum; 

calls me, again and again,

life isn't self-limited,

out in the rain; 

watchers 

cannot see; the hydrous eyes, let's come 

drenched in the rain, it's madness;

I know, by this excuse some

smile could be scattered,

on the depressed

faces; it is 

life -

come on then stop, the tiny stream flow 

with emotionally wet sand, let the 

float paper boat, your heart

is restless playing the

hide and seek, 

again love

me with

innocent way, without any desire - - - 

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

ART by Debbie Miller 

TOWARDS THE BRIGHTNESS 

it's known; the ground reality, at every step

has the stack of difficulty, undoubtedly

life isn't always the dreamland,

nevertheless, hopes never

get tired, those sweat 

particles had the

aspire to fight

to the last

minute,

somewhere in those setbacks; conquest is 

hidden with innovative possibilities, it's

depend on an individual; how to 

convert the dreams into the

beauty of realism, its

maybe difficult but

not impossible,

every night

has the 

morning, the light is the destiny of darkness,

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

  

 painting by FRANKS BROOKS

THE COLORED BILLET DOUX 

abstracted vesper is swept down; from 

the blue mountains, slowly the 

flickering lamps are eager

to glow; once again;

life has been a

feeling of 

relief; 

gazing from the drapery; some moments

of inebriation; some pains are 

desperate to re-emerge,

again into

unconsciousness; you've touched to the 

deep secrets, or life is closer to

the destination, colored

billet doux; written 

by the setting

sun; 

floating still on the ocean, again desires 

are restless - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Rocks-at-Rotherslade

painting by Anthony Lewis 

THE ILLUSIVE NIGHT 

proviso wasn’t any, the expression of

eyes made all the affidavit, on that

unseen agreement , perhaps

the lips stamped the sign

of consent , on those

nervous moment ,

life submitted

the valued

soul,

a belief to travel through the inmost –

destination, whatever having

near; heart has agreed to

offer on the altar of

love; that offer

had its own

beauty,

to get the absolute salvation, conscience

has sacrificed all the aspiration in

exchange of sanctimonious

flames, now the blessing

or curse is concealed

in your heart, the

the unseen

ritual of

adoration toward to end, the divine rays

have to break; before the dawn,

a captivated earth waiting

on the door step - - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 
  

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
  Paintings by George Dmitriev 

THE DEAL OF SWEET PAIN 

it was better, that do not ever loved; 

loneliness was not so much

prussic; a loafing; a 

cool wandering; 

sometimes

the

desert and, sometimes among the 

clouds; reckless life, rugged

path; a big smile after

stumbling, the

moments 

were just like obstinate kid, every 

time capriole, running after 

the butterflies, innocent

emotion had no 

realization

of any

tedium, life was the intense smell 

of wild flowers, flirting with 

seasonal colors of sky,

no promises; nor

the discomfort 

to meet

someone, the deal of sweet pain has

snatched all the liberty - - - 

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

painting by MICHAEL NAPLES - Wild Flowers

THE RECIPROCAL EQUATION

neither figment of the imagination

nor the realism of life; whose

shadow chases with the

ad infinitum way,

do not know;

an unseen

chain

curls the perception, on those –

mystifying moment ; breath

becomes twitchy ; runs

toward your persona

leaving self value,

in the mirror;

the denial

of self

image raises unexpected question,

albeit being very nearer to each

other ; the gap looks wider ,

an invisible smoldering,

a desire to absorb

the entire thrill

of moment,

makes

the life more vital, more attractive,

it’s an extreme indulgence to

immerse someone into the

land of soul, a feeling of

undivided union of

two somatic

planet,

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  moon light flood painting by  Mrs Raven