THE PAUSED MOMENT - -

a desire to infinite peace, and seamless 

blue ocean, life again seeking the 

missing tidal wave, a strange

perception doesn't

allow emotion

to rest, 

again somewhere, dreams alluring the 

eyes to deep sleep, the mystic

fascination of your love 

drags the persona

towards the 

moment 

of pernoctation, a potent silence again 

proceeding to the life - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

Sea Shore - no idea about painter

THE SUNSHINE OF MY PART - -

whatever is the cause of smiling, we've 

learned to live in thorns, do you 

believe it or not, we've 

learned to flow

with 

contrary the wild stream, the sky may 

not be generous, we've learned 

to keep the dew in the 

heart, it's hard 

to keep 

the 

distance from the reality, hence we've

adopted the desert as homestead,

clouds have its own maybe 

compulsions, we've

learned to live

together

the 

mirage, life isn't that complicated - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/  

loral cactus 

THE ENIGMATIC NIGHT - -

a frozen silence amid us, a standstill 

path of smoldering emotion, 

the miles long the 

profound 

night, 

in these paused moment, do not go 

far away, wait for some time, 

life wants to unfold 

some woven 

web !

let be melt the layer of passionate -

dream, still morning has no 

fixed location, the 

desire of 

heart

is maverick, wandering aimless, a 

haven is needed in your 

cool deep eye !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

Painting by Charles Morrison
 http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

THE COLORED PASSION - -

breath of the night was the cumbersome,

anyway, promise fulfilled by the 

dawn, spilled some color

on the grand blue -

canvas, now

the life 

regaining the refreshed feeling, some -

unfinished dream, few semi -

blooming flowers are 

still strived, to 

get the 

meaning, some beauteous destination,

in the remote again emerging 

with fragrant definition,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL  

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

JUDITH KINGSLAY ART

THE COMEBACK - -

some pains have their own tacit sensation,

without saying it says a lot, the face 

helplessly reveals all the 

broken spirit, 

it's hard 

to hide the matter of heart, the mirror often

actuates, to share the inner secret,

and that scrapping brings 

the life towards 

the latent 

amber, 

somewhere life gets the art of emergence,

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Art - Likeness By Sydni

THE SHRINE GATE - -

in the offstage, somewhere the distressed

emotion stands silently, often, life

searches the reason of 

your smile, a drop

which can 

alter

the deserted world of heart, ever for that - -

moment, conscience waits in the 

darkness for a dealer of 

dreams, do not 

close the 

gate 

of shrine, it's legend or reality, hard to say - 

but it's definite, some shimmering 

edges are existed in your 

sinking eyes - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
painting-by-madart- megan-duncanson

THE HIDDEN OPTION - -

ever in the arms, the comprised sky !

empty hand sometimes, slid off 

the edge, life is the name 

of rising falling wave, 

ever circle of 

familiar 

faces, sometimes, the loneliness of

centuries, do not look me 

in a way that I lose 

myself, some

option 

should be before sinking, somehow 

life desires to absorb the 

tender rays of 

aliphatic

dawn !

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Casey Rasmussen White

THE MAKESHIFT CAMP - -

do not hold me to yourself, I'm stream

flow, wouldn't be ceased, an 

emerging spring to 

overflow,

do not dissolve me into your emotion,

I'm an unleashing sublime sky,

carrying extensive 

leniency in the

heart, 

restless for scattering as the cool - -

moonlight, do not brace me 

in your compressed 

arms, I'm nomad

from birth, 

wishing 

to traverse all man made boundaries,

do not love me to more than 

yourself, I'm fetterless 

passion, wouldn't

be stay in 

your 

bounded terms, I'm the liberated - - 

soul, I haven't the permanent  

address - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
garden2- no idea about painter 

WHO KNOWS - -

from your abysmal eyes, some dreams 

are peeking with new definition, 

the variable season has 

its own compulsion,

who knows 

the 

illusive night will forget again, the path

of morning, let collect some 

moonlit perception 

dipped in dew

droplets, 

who 

knows, the last oclock's desire, other - 

wise, an emptiness somewhere,

will be remain in the life - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL 

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/

art - moonlit evening by Linda Mutti 

THE READING OF FACE - -

I've to go in that wet perception, where 

inanity loses the gravity, the life gets

some amazing meaning of 

beauty, a charming 

emotion rises

from the 

imperturbable conscience, everything

looks refined from the innermost,

pseudo coating doesn't

halt on the surface,

it falls as the 

autumn

leaf one by one, body and mind gets - 

the gloriole of truth, emotion 

absorbs primness of 

new leaf, the 

life gets 

the self sense, a feeling to read the - -

anguished face of others - - 

* * 

- SHANTANU SANYAL

http://sanyalsworld.blogspot.com/
Painting by Ewan McAnuff