THE PAUSED STEPS 

how to explain; the secret of hydrous eye,

whole the life, the emotion walked 

on the ablaze path; after that; 

somewhere melted the

clouds condensed;

on the sky of 

my

chest, It's wet land of dreams; little tread 

carefully, a very delicate surface; 

more fragile than glass; 

in a little sound;

might be 

broken,

the

life desires your vital, blessed plosive -

proximity - - 

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

art by Barbara Rosenzweig

THE MYTH OF PERFECTION

do not think about the conclusion,

it’s only the beginning, let it be

untitled, just now canvas

pinned on the frame

of emotion, still

wet brush

has to

move on the crystal clear surface !

time will be the only decision

maker; until then, just try

to win the heart’s

pulsation, it’s

a matter

amid

the dream and realism, no body –

knows exactly; in which track

resides the destiny, and

which direction exist

the luminous eyes,

a labyrinth

path

asks often the address of intention,

the dark and light are the

undivided truth of life,

on the gray shade

I’ve searched

your love

eternal ;

though it’s not so easy, but it creates

the natural beauty, completeness

is the hypothesis, nobody can

claim the title of absolute

perfectionist, the error

is the sign of

humanity - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  awesome paintings no idea about creator 

THE UNKNOWN SHADOW 

neither the earth or the sky, in the center

of the great emptiness, the pause,

that some abstract power, or in

uncertainty the pendulous

a piece of planet,

in efflorescent

center of aesthetic emotions, arises the

divine beauty, compassionate eyes,

liberal mind, the global affinity,

creedless smile, in the

chest encompasses

all, with the

consistent outlook, thats a priest of truth

and beauty; who graciously donates

the blessing immense,condition

is just so; that conscience 

should be under his 

shadow - - 

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

MORNING GLAMOUR 

THE GAZELL EYES

a little more trust, needs the kinship,

after that; touch the static feeling,

a few drop of dew; let drip the

sky, later dissolve the aridity,

until then keep the thirst

alive, still monsoon

doesn’t strike on

the blue hills,

as nervous

gazelle’s

eyes; life is in search of sanctuary, let

the cloud to be float; touching to

the peak of mountain, musk

should be scattered in

the wind, it’s too

earlier to sign

the silent

treaty,

moon has just emerged above the

sandal woodland; let it to be

sink into the perfumed

illusive night; later

on; touch my

innermost

with

the absolute enthrallment - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  art by Linda Woodward 

ARRIVAL 

your arrival; creates

the spring into 

the heart,

what's 

matter; if external 

environs under

the grip

of summer, 

that amazing sentiment;

fills the colors on

the canvas

of life, 

every thing looks the 

beautiful, emotion

sheds the pale

leaves to 

pick 

the tender dreams - - - 

- shantanu sanyal

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Natalie’s paintings 1

THE NIGHT SHELTER

the firefly's pernoctation, temporary halt,
on the jasmine pavilion, last night 
emotions were walked, with
the aromatic flavor, a
trance, got
descend from the heart; and instinct -
was soaked by passion, a
sympathizer or a
shadow;
whatever was that, soaked the spirit
with profundity, that healing touch;
filled the unseen wounds, all
the upset dreams, slowly
sheltered in the open
inn of sleepy
eyes - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL


http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Natalie’s paintings

Natalie’s paintings

SURVIVAL IN THE STORMS

Sometimes; come out from the

the dream sequence, the realism
of life has beauty too, the
blossom amongst the
spines are also the
reality, the
hydrous
eyes aren’t the only sign of the
sorrow, in the contentment
occasionally; overflows
the teardrops, on
the edge of
sky, a
line of flickering isn’t the signal
of ending night, whatever
condition applied the
time; in each twist
having the many
possibility;
that
turning point; where life had lost
the source of fragrance, from
the same juncture, a new
whorl opens the petals,
life gets the path
unexpected,
far away
the
destination calls continuously; it’s
again the inauguration of new
mission, the challenge has
its own glamour, there
wouldn’t be a thrill,
if each thing
would be
in the
doorstep, endeavor to touch the
the sky fills the colors in life,
between the dream
and your love, I
find out
the
meaning of survival in the storms!

    SHANTANU SANYAL

• 

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  artist Eugene Garin

DIDN’T YOU TOUCH ME - -

in the dead silence of this night,

whose voice floats above

the vale elevation,

that touches

to heart

with

an unusual intuition, moves into

the droopy sentiments, little

by little, wraps the mind,

body, sense, with a

beautiful way,

converts

the

worn out life; into the dreamy -

style, the inactive emotion

all of a sudden turns into

the flow of ardent

compound, the

impatient

fingers

moves gradually toward the silky

figure; that’s the corporal

realism or an illusive

shape, difficult to

differentiate

that, the

longing

unknown; breaks all the frontiers

in a wink , that nomadic voice

goes back, in the end of

night with concealed

hydrous mood,

above the

horizon;

the sky borrows some colorful smile

from you - -

• SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

  Paintings by Rob Evans 

BEFORE THE BREAK - - -

a lot of thing I have had to say,

many emotion lingered in

the heart, numerous

sentiment didn’t

surfaced,

the

season hasn’t sustained, they

changed the way of pre -

defined, travelled

towards the

strange

land,

the Achilles' heel for me wasn’t

sufficient, though you’ve

loved me more than

expectation; but

somewhere

the blank

existed,

it’s

the destiny again; dodged the all

prophesy, it’s normal, hopes

are always vulnerable, an

uncertainty swings

across the earth

and sky, no

one can

forecast, what’s inside the ovary

of tomorrow, in the game of

shade and light, time has

the power to decide,

you can’t change

the natural

verdict,

just

now the goblet is in the fingers; the

lips are faraway - -

• 

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

  Pickering Seascape Painting