THE SURFACE OF REALISM 

at this point, if you want to buy me, you can

but my conscience couldn't be sale, it's

only a self-esteem, which doesn't

permit me to die off season,

I'm  the wild creeper of

ruined temple, able

to survive in the

acute

summer, winter or rain, in every situation, -

I know the need of life, but not so

blind that I will keep every

thing mortgage, my

persona has too

meaning,

maybe

insignificant in your eyes, but it's also truth 

the dimond emerges from the coal, 

need only the connoisseur, 

do not underestimate

the depth of eyes,

in it anyone

who has

dipped never appeared on the surface of 

realism - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

silvery river, no idea about creator 
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

SOME ONE IS THERE - - 

in every direction, only your dominance,

your praising, I'm a fading star of 

morning, however, in the heart 

you've existed with beauty

of purity, everything 

is under your

shadow, 

an eternal love or an immortal creeper -

which have been constricted my

persona, strange hangover

goes through the mind

and soul, I don't

know it's

an elixir drink or wild some belladonna,  

on the point of life and death, often 

I found, the unexpected hands

proceeds to rescue from

sorrow and pain, 

constantly an 

invisible lover gives the unconditional 

support, picks me up with 

smiling face, every

time I've

emerged from the intensive darkness !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Flowers Painting - no idea about painter
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE UNLEASHING KINK 

again rupture of the clouds, gone -

drenched wholeheartedly, 

the moment of 

evening, 

on 

the soaked body floats the poetic-

thrill, a calculation of lifetime

on some other day, these

drops are the rare

crystal just let

it to touch

inner

depth of afferent darkness, melting-

the concentric romance,

touching someone's

passionate

breathe

into

the nucleus of closed whorl of heart,

eager to scatter the scented

emotion, tonight life 

doesn't want

any 

compromise, snarl of the heart, let 

loose itself - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Rainy Evening, art by E. Lushpin
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE FRAGRANT MORNING 

how the night is gone, either heart knows

or the silent moonlight, the stubborn

dreams were sitting on the

threshold, with a lot of

complaints, it was

a strange vigil

last night,

ofcourse, stars lit the blue flame on the

sky, but the light was dull, lifeless

were all the celestial beauty;

with the great difficulty,

the slumber had

touched to 

my eyes,

maybe, in your planet, previous night - -

was the fair of fragrance, so far 

in your body, isn't  located 

beauty of blooming

vale, whose 

shadow

touched your conscience, that still you've 

the drowsiness of love fragrance - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Sara Qualey Paintings
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE ILLUMINATING DREAMS 

from anywhere, some damp feeling - - -

should drench the flaming of

emotion, the longing of

night becoming

deep, tube-

roses

are blooming somewhere in the - - - 

enclosure of your persona,

once again touch the

desolate world of

the heart, in

the

remote of space, galaxy is filling the -

isolation of sky, everywhere has

the magical effect, it's  your

moonlit shadow or some

thing captivated

secret alluring

the senses,

life 

wants to touch the illuminating dreams,  

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

moonlit night - artist EVELYN REECE
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

I AM IN MY WAY - - - 

perhaps one day, rain would be generous,

the upset clouds will come back, until

then, let's light the lamp of hopes,

the darkness isn't permanent,

no one can stop the 

morning, it's a

natural 

binding between the day and night same 

as quiescent agreement amid us, 

journey of life along vagrancy, 

why not make it just easy, 

the largest philosophy

nothing is than 

the empty

hands, 

someone should say to desires that they

must go somewhere else, I'm in

my way, let me to live as 

nomad flow of tiny 

stream - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

artist scott prior 

THE INNOVATIVE CREATION 

let's go somewhere far away, in the

mystic land of emotion, where

blooms the pious flowers,

with exotic aroma,

which purifies

the inner

contamination, a feeling; which alters

the perception of negativity, a

new zest in the life to be

filled; with innovative

thoughts, which

invites the

beauty

of truth, creates the aesthetic touch

in the semi-dormant minds,

purifies conscience

and gives the

birth of

divine love, a relation which travels

from body to soul, where the

somatic pleasure

becomes the

secondary

need,

the self realization makes the life a

beautiful planet of philosopher's 

touch stones, the holy fire

burns night and day

with universal

glow of

love

and fraternal spirit, to bring together

all dissatisfied souls,

looking for a 

beautiful 

earth, 

which should become more pretty 

than the heaven - - 

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

Rassouli's  Art

Eternal Combustion

neither a glass nor a -

wax was that

perception,

didn't

break, even didn't

smolder, but

flame

was within the

transparent

emotion,

it scorched with

sweet ignition,

into the

infinite depth of

conscience,

in the

intense

moments, I've been

dedicated all

the fidelity,

to win

your

heart, I don't know

how much

success

was

the self-combustion !

- Shantanu Sanyal 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

artist Carl Fredrik Aagard 

WHETHER YOU BREAK IT - -

if you wish, you can withdraw the

promise, there's no any

signed agreement,

dense mutual

credibility

was

the only condition, stranger binding,

a beautiful dewy realization,

between us would be

forever, neither

any aspire

nor the

complain, whether anything be the

consequences, the heart will

not reveal the secrets,

it would be buried

in the pulsation,

that you've  

loved 

me more than the life; perhaps - - -

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

artist Mariusz Lewandowski

THE BEAUTY UNDEFINED
what's in your heart, I can not say,
but it's true that you love me,
to my arrival, the lost
bliss; appears
in your
eyes,
a dream alive; floats in your face,
like a fresh rose drenched
in dew, as the great
serpentine wave
to be restless
such as to
touch
the shore; the intersection point,
have number of dark secrets;
either you know, or I,
no one knows
the depth
of
silent words, just the people, do
visualize, they do not know
the truth of conscience;
in the heart of the
park, flowers
of purity
bloom
with
untouched fragrance of celestial
bless - -
- SHANTANU SANYAL
http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

are by River's Edge by Julie Gilbert Pollard