THE UNPARALLELED COGNITION

  

I don't know the reality, but truth revealed 

too late; that you've loved me, more 

than yourself, and it's the 

concealed question !

is it possible,

or a myth

of 

consolation, whatever reason was in the

darkness of backstage, it has full

fascinated my persona and 

allured me to accept 

the venom for 

long life

after

the death, you believe or not, something -

panchromatic view floats in the

vision, brings toward the 

suprmundane aura, 

it's obvious,

you're

standing in the mist of celestial beauty,

and that illusion chants silently,

beyond all contradiction

my fingers touch 

your form -

less 

face, gets back unparalleled cognition - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

painting by John Fennell  
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BEYOND THE SYMBOL 

the toxin or elixir, whatever be, churning 

of life is important, that persona 

which reflects back from

crystal clear water, 

the dust of

time 

doesn't effect it, in seek the ultimate 

truth, own suppression was

necessary; the salvation

from egoism,

hatred,

prejudice, get rid of all the negative 

feelings, except the conscience, 

no one can help; my vision

was stayed up to the

symbol, realism

remained

the rain shadow as everlasting thirst,

that was the failure point, the

self ignorance doesn't

permit me to love

others with

same

profundity, as I loved myself, and on 

that juncture the dead emotion 

desires for resurgence,

eruption of whorl

with divine 

scent, 

and that's the sign of maturity, the real

meaning of humanity - - 

- SHANTANU SAMYAL 

spider-web, courtesy the dog museum 
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EMITTED FROM THE BODY - -

the summary of life and facial wrinkles,

the unsolved equation between

them remain mystery, the

time passed in its

way, reflection

waited

for long, but accountability wasn't easy, 

amid the golden body and flame,

one thing invisibly escaped,

it was impossible to 

catch the form -

less entity,

speechless your love couldn't saved the

somatic melting, gradually every

thing altered in the ashes,

the echoes lost in 

the chanting 

of chorus,

the priest had been closed the shrine -

gate, after the evening prayer,

now in the venues floating

the unknown mist - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

 Artist Mark Webster
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THE TRUTH OR MYTH 

the own pain felt very low, whenever seen

the surround, nobody is perfect; all

the twist of destiny, just now 

there were clouds, blink

of an eye the sky 

is clear,

the 

affection couldn't tie the vagabondage,

it's  ad vitam nomadic character,

nobody can chain, escapes

whenever get chance,

no boundary, sky

or earth,

even ocean can't stop its floating, the -

mind of eye is fickle just flows 

toward the slope, difficult

to create the mound,

it wanders day 

and night,

your 

love everlasting, I don't know, how much

that's truth, or myth - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 
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painting by Julie Haskell 

REVIEW OF IMAGE 

you couldn't stay for awhile, alas

beautiful evening returned

by empty hand, the 

underground 

fragrance

didn't

explicit the internal beauty, the -

feelings remained latent,

however, your sneer

taught me the

realism of

gloom,

once again, life tried to lit the

extinguished chandelier,

the dream citation,

self - review,

together 

all 

create the beautiful design on

the blank canvas of 

life - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

painting by ...  Jim Warren

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THE PIOUS PERCEPTION 

perhaps regained the life, 

all the cursed stone,

the flowers are

blooming 

away 

in the crevices, that's your

invisible blessing or

the nature is

performing

 the

authentic role, whatever, a

perception that 

you're 

contained indirect or

indirect way, into

the breath,

your

mercy vision brings the

light into the cavity

of ignorance, 

a trust 

which, unexpectedly, takes

the lid off the boat 

sinking, edge

itself 

comes to touch the 

midstream, life

gets back

the 

eroded coast for survival - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

rock flowers
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THE SORCERER EYES 

the enchanted sensation, steps are toward

the kaleidoscopic beauty of your love, 

every direction, rising the cloud

of mist, in a dense silence,

an image obscured, 

a lost bliss is 

revealing

the mystery of endless affection, venomous

influence or self - combustion, whatever 

is that umbra, life is eager to see

the infinite depth of your 

heart, perhaps my 

persona is 

passionate to see the palingenesis in your

sorcerer eyes - - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 painting by Howard Behrens
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MAYBE, SOMEONE WAS NEARER 

previous night there wasn't rain, gloomy

sky did not provide the reflection, 

clouds dominated entire 

world of emotion, 

an hanging 

condition between the awakening and

dormancy, dreams returned 

back with empty hands,

they hadn't time

for wait, 

agitated heart and your reluctance to touch 

the conscience, neither permitted to

live nor allowed to die, do not

know what was in her

eyes,I couldn't 

come out

from the fascination, on the chest existed

only smoldering cinders, though

in the midnight the bunch 

of tuberose had 

unfolded the

whorl, 

perhaps scattered the illusive fragrance, but 

except body odor dipped in wet sandal,

I couldn't feel any thing, might be

somewhere last night rain

lashed the mysterious

forest of love - -

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

  

  art by Mysterious Forest Samiran Sarkar 
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THE RISE OF SOUL 

do not know, who has filled the glow, into -

the sinking eyes, unexpectedly the

morning looks more brighter 

with new definition, on

the doorstep 

whose 

affection adorns the hidden feeling, slowly -

enters into the adytum of innermost,

whose shadow surfaced on 

the complete vitality, 

life seems more 

savory than 

before,

do not know, who has changing the attitude 

with golden touch of politeness, all

sense of well - being's emotion

rising from the gloom of 

ignorance, whole 

the world is 

shrinking

in the reflection of humanism, sacred flow is

eager to wipe all egoism, arrogance,

the closed pylons are opening 

itself beyond the labyrinth

of man made, various

philosophy of 

belief or 

way of survival, love has overshadowed all

the myth, imaginations in a wink - -  

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.in/

 painting by  CAROL TEIGEN WINGARD

THE ETERNAL FLAME

the prolonged waiting, barren land,

dream which was never seen,

the touch which never

penetrated the

conscience,

affinity

remained only on the mind, couldn't 

come out from the heart, after

that their claim, endless

love, though persona

is injured with

spiny

attachment, a penalty indeed, the

eternal dealing which never

reaches to finishing

point, in the

vision

an ignited pyre, the eternal flame !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

flamboyant flower - no idea about painter 
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