THE RISING FRAGRANT MIST 

a flickering lamp, the feeling up down, 

among the dense darkness, are

you sitting near the star 

twilight, knitting

the dreams

under 

the lattice light, again the incense of 

sandalwood rising from your 

body and soul, the heart

becoming the shrine

of lost paradise, 

arising the

unseen

pious sensation from the environs, in

the depth of inner perception

again emotions are 

restless to 

touch

the point of eternal love - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Bob Ross's Lanscape Oil Painting 
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CALLING SOMEONE - -

Someone has been kept, and the bouquet
on the doorstep, or fragrant night
has left the attire, the moment
of dawn looks unique,
with hydrous
feeling,
every direction a freshness, washed
in the rain, it's feeling or the
grove of jasmine, again
life wants scattering
on the surface
of love as
bloom,
the cool breeze brings the news of
sweet memory, again river
shore submerging
all the pride,
egos,
somewhere, infancy sits folding the
hands-on knee, looking the
swirl, the floating twig
of time rotating
rapidly,
alas! It could be tied forever in the
corner of heart, it's beautiful
moment or obstinate
kid playing with
soaked cloth,
just
reckless from the twist of sorrow
and pain - - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL
rain-drop
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SOMEWHERE 

the leaning clouds,

adventure of

your

eyes, influence goes

deep into the 

conscience,

somewhere, heart 

wants to 

embrace the sky,

stagnant 

moments are restless 

to melting away,

again the 

vale 

wants,

to drench the mind and

soul, a life-giving

 touch, if

 possible,

again keep the missing

dreams on

my eyes, 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

art by John Salminen
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THE PATH OF LIBERATION 

without you nothing is my persona,

you've inhabited in every breath,

do not no the obsession of

your love, it brings

me from zero

to giant

space, beyond the subliminal world,

awakening of the truth, the

unparalleled beauty 

pulls me toward

the eternal 

bliss,

on that zenith, the life walks on the -

flow of flame, to get the touch

of mysterious stone, to 

create the inner 

gloom's  

glow,

evanescent life, wants freedom from

infatuation - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL
Oil Painting by Marina Petro
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THE SELF CHURNING 

that's someone other, not you, who often

appeared in the dormancy, brings

the persona in the land of

strange but beautiful,

that's not a dream,

that's not a

realism,

a link

between the earth and sky, a condition of

space, which frequently plays with

the emotion, who offers the

tour of great emptiness,

introduces the

difference

of truth

and

false, enforces to follow ethic of humanity,

brings constantly toward the infinite

flame, it forces to wake up; the

self churning goes on, the

body and soul bounds

in a parameter

that person

can't 

think the ugliness, whole the molecules atom,

looks resplendent, a meaning of life, 

stands on the doorstep with 

aesthetic beauty of 

love and truth,

from there

life 

becomes the free from feeling of alien or 

own, everything looks beautiful - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

artist zinka
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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 
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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
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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
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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
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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
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