THE INFINITE VOTIVE 

ever try to go through my breath, -

how much is influence, in

the adoration, perhaps

you would be

known,

lives in these sentiments the thirst

of eternity ! the everlasting

combustion, I wish that 

you could see, 

implausible

is my

love, beyond the dream, out of any

literal parable, such as an

immortalized poetry, 

the throbbing

alphabet,

it 

arises as the fragrant smoke from

the temple - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

art by William A. Fraser
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SHROUDED UNDER THE ASHES 

the stranger eyes, chasing the persona,

behind the scene remains impulsion,

pseudo face doesn't hesitates

in front of life sized mirror, 

it crosses the flaming

ring, it's your 

aspire 

or a profound conspiracy to play with

emotion, that's maybe secret, 

hidden in your heart, my 

passion doesn't

care the 

effect

of burn, touches again and again - 

all the fire reservoir, let, the

extinct volcano must 

be appeared in

tonight !

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

1- painting by andré schmucki

2 -Abstract-Painting-002, no idea about painter
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THE MISTY PERCEPTION 

not a sound anywhere; nor I get my 

news; a trance, or descending

the opiate, what kind of 

magical shadow 

all around,

spread 

over valleys, such as the way of the

glass membrane, a vibration 

floating in the winds, to 

touch the inner

graph,

how does it stand offishness, deep 

solitude in the crowd, ineffective 

your love, invisible attraction

lure away somewhere 

in the mist, what 

kind of

stoicism, not freedom, nor an 

indulgence; continuing 

the diversion, amid

the relapse 

and the 

emergence, an unknown hand, 

every time, such as 

marching toward

the darkness 

to take 

over all abstraction, that's reason -

conscience never dies - - 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

artist Misty Morning by Bonnie Hamlin
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THE OBSESSIVE POINT 

the perception wasn't fable, closely

looked the rise and fall of life, 

every breath has the 

desire to get 

more 

than available, the divergency of -

emotion didn't care any

resistance, moved

rapidly, crossed

the edge, 

eroded incessantly the dyke, the

inundation washed away 

every thing, body 

heart, soul,

nobody

could stop the obsessive mood,

unsolved mystery of your

love brought the life

over the zenith

of weird 

planet, neither earth nor the space,

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

artist ROGER JOHNSON 
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THE VENERATION 

nothing is wrong in smiling, 

some compulsion turns

to beauty, some 

sacrifice 

reached to veneration, few 

flowers touched to

the feet of 

deity, 

at all events, I've remember 

him, do not ever stop 

praying hand, 

how much

blessing came on the void 

palmar, it's not 

significant,

how 

much was the level of love,

the fidelity was the 

soul in the life,

and that 

brings 

the breath toward devotion,

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

Oil Painting by Gary and Kathwren Jenkins
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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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