Happiness and peace

Which is better?
Happiness or peace…
Happiness is all pleasure.
Peace is just calmness.
Happy, we rogues
and peaceful are saints.


... M.K.Sanyal

Blindness

Our eyes were closed
while in womb.
Blindness is within us.
We close our eyes in case of
too much glare.
Yes, we are toddlers in brightness.
Inertia forces us to go back
to our pre-birth time.
We then get used to the new
and love it.
Is it the reason for our
social blindness?
May be… who knows!

M.K.Sanyal

Jogs a poet with poem, poetry and poetics

‘POEM’ of time reflected lucid thoughts

Feelings and memories of yore

Musical rain or, darkened past

Pens a poet from heart’s core.

Writings with meaning and emotions

Intuitive and echoed creativeness

Weaving with magical lively strings

Uplifts mentally with solace in duress.

Quench of eager thirst of soul

Gyrates the inert cycle of life teary

And illuminating pensive mindset of strife

Expressed as ‘POETRY’ of enigmatic mystery.

Stirred with awakened swirl

Banquet images from deep yearning

Swell at the edge with contentment

And flow as ‘POETICS’ with velvety lightening.

... Manoj Krishna Sanyal

Awake (butterfly cinquain)

Preaching
Sprout fanatics.
Religion and terror
Bloom by brainwash of all lost souls.
Blindness!
Better is to search inner self.
God resides within all.
Love is thy name.
Awake.

Sound of music

Jesus, Allah or, Om
Serene melodious Sitar tune
Lyrical chirping birds
Nature smiling in scenic perfume.

Open blue sky above
without entry or exit doors
the worship place of our minds
we all are chanting in chorus.

All are singing together
Harmonious love songs of unity
Irrespective of cast, creed or, religion
with prayers to Trinity.

No jealousy or, hate
neither religious nor fanatic
just remains the essence
of love sound of music.

... M.K.Sanyal

We are one

Engrossed in the melody
of scintillating musical tune,
my inner soul rhythmic
is in tranquil harmony.

The notes of life,
being played by the strings
of events and happenings,
echo my passions and ecstasy.

Epic and lyrical tones
devoid of any uncertainties,
balanced with concern and trust,
peep as my companion.

You are the instrument,
my musical love,
and with your touch and care
my mood changes to completeness.

Let us play together
with accomplishment
as partners of togetherness;
we are one.

... Manoj Krishna Sanyal

Life is a madhouse( 55 words)

The other day, I visited an asylum.

There I met an elderly man in a cell.

He was mumbling about undressed beauty, loving hatred, dark brightness and vicious simplicity of life.

I pondered over his twisting talks and our lives’ race, cruel acts and fanatical wisdom.

True, life is a madhouse.

Mad I am too.



... M.K.Sanyal

Just enjoy

Haphazard brushing by an artist
or, color blots on canvas
give abstract images of wow.

A poet rants without meaning
and the reader does not understand
...A great poem it is.

Sun never rises or, sets
but the Earth does move;
we speak otherwise.

The pendulum swinging rhythmically,
clock hands moving,
it’s time and progress.

Rules or, unruly,
myth or truth,
all are apparent.

Life and time
as mixture of varieties
are illusive too, may be.

Let us forget
who swings what
and just enjoy.

... Manoj Krishna Sanyal

The Poet .. A tribute to World Poetry Day

If you would read this with amuse,

I will stop my writing.

If it gives you pain from your wounds,

I will remove myself from your grace.

If it makes you pensive and you feel like crying,

I will weep for my grave error.

If it is depressing for your positive thoughts of life,

I will tear my poetry pages.

If it negates your emotions for World Poetry Day,

I will cease to be a budding poet.

... Manoj Krishna Sanyal

Last rituals

Wails of relatives and friends
with rituals,
somber mood,
moist eyes,
.. A cemetery.

A cycle,
Life and Death,
all to face,
become philosophical,
deeds and misdeeds,
joys and sorrows,
love and enmity…

Meaning changes,
self analysis,
new beginning,
new motto…

Come back home,
become normal self,
broken promises,
philosophy forgotten…

Continue as before,
making life
a cemetery…
.. Cycle continues.

Wish to be a poet

Don’t laugh!
I am also writing poems.
Whether people read or not
My poems are in my ‘Blog’ and ‘Ryze’ pages.

Neither have I understood poetry
Nor, I can express with imagery and metaphors
Vocabulary problems are there due to memory loss
Still I am trying my best.

What to do?
Writing poems in easy language
With day to day talks and feels
And I am managing the show somehow.

Expression with clarity is my motto
May be one day people would read
Eventually may touch a chord in them
I am continuing with that vision and hope.

Why to worry?
Dark times would vanish one day
Be it in poetry, or, in progress
Sunny rays would drench someday.

Beauty of life … a musical symphony

Colorful LIFE I am, echoed in all minds like chimes

I am serenity and peace, change soul into brightness

as symbol of eternal love and tunes of joyous rhymes

with smiles and laughter along with music and happiness.

Scorching sun, cloudy sky or nasty and torrent rain

I am always there with you as beautiful spring

Saddened mind in love epidemic or in pain

joyous song and dance, always I bring.

Oh’ my darling dear, remove you sorrow and tear

come to my lovely retreat and your woes would vanish

till I am there, you have no worry and any fear

my fragrance with lively presence, you would cherish.

Multi colored rainbow I am with beauty and splendor

Listen to my call and make your mind a musical song

I am Inner deity of all soul with warmth and incensed odor

Enjoy life with fun and live long.

Avoid jealousy, hatred and all vices from your mind immune

break the shackles of your mind’s agony

and dance with my musical flute and its magic tune.

Make life colorful and fly free like bird and kite shiny.

Come out of this mad house of sorrows

Let this earth reverberate with melodious trance

all smiles with joy, you borrow

LIFE I am, a joy bringer with music and dance.

... Manoj Krishna Sanyal

Sound of silence

Colorful rainbow I am,

dazzling in mystic canvas

as symbol of eternal unison

and not a blurred illusion.

People see me in different colors and

when all the colors of VIBGYOR are combined,

I again become white

and submerging all the colors within myself

I become happiness and love

changing tumbled mind with tinged sensation.

I am white, the sound of silencemes

merizing everyone as mystic peace

rhythmical ambiance, incensed serenity and

sound of majestic eternity with symbolic unison.

I am the sound of soul, love and beauty,

the thought sound of mind,

sound of intelligence,

smell, sight, touch and all others,

sound of heritage and culture

combination sound of all colors.

I am the creation sound

the melodious essence

mythical illusion

the sound of silence.

Thoughts

God is nothing or, ‘Nothing’ is God?

Death is truth or, ‘Truth’ is Death?

Life is philosophy or Philosophy is Life?

Money is earth or Earth is Money?

Such thoughts we always ponder

On the basis of our own perception

a glass half filled or half empty

an optimist or pessimist’s perception.

Perception comes from knowledge

and knowledge provides wisdom.

Desire to learn gives us knowledge

But it is love which gives us God.

Nothing is perfect or imperfect in life

it is only thought and perception

but the important is always nothing

and ‘Nothing’ is always God.

We came to this earth with nothing

shall leave this earth with nothing

Result of our life is always a ‘zero’

with intermediate coward or a hero.

Total life is only a cosmic illusion

with various thoughts and perceptions

As long as we live in this illusive dome

let us jointly chant 'OM and only 'OM'.

NOTE: 'OM' is a cosmic sound pronounced as 'AUM' during meditation for peace and happiness.

Journey and search continues...

Starting from birth
Life is a journey
Serpentine and complex
with twists and turns
ups and downs.

Journey is wonderful
Pleasing stops
Progress and achievements
occasional encounters
of darkened caves
leaving loved ones behind.

Hope remains
with the twirling lights
Distant may be
but just outside the cave
and it is worthwhile
to strive for progresse
ven with mind's sad state.

Journey goes on
Even after end of one milestone
and new journey starts
with renewed grace
new twists and turns
new life and encounters
but the journey remains...

... Manoj.K. Sanyal

Let the shadow moon glow sometime after(Petrarchan sonnet)

Let the shadow moon glow sometime after
The dusky sky be in panorama
Spread some more mystical mistier aroma
And the night comes a little bit later.
Delay the dark nakedness to splatter
With misdeeds and all sorts of enigma
Full of horror acts and shocking comma
Wish for the whole day, Sun God to glitter.

Even with cultural lights, night is darkness
Full of wrong thoughts and evil deeds inhumane
No emotional warmth and all bitterness
Lack of concern with sadistic views mundane
So, let the sun skitter spreading happiness
And save the mankind from becoming insane.

... M.K.Sanyal

Musical Spring (Villanelle)

Robins sing in green
Spring flowers fertile
Flutter butterflies serene.

Tulips and daffodils seen
Humming bees agile
Robins sing in green.

Stars in sky grin
Chirping birds puerile
Flutter butterflies serene.

Magical breeze clean
Peeping leaves infantile
Robins sing in green.

Lovely roses virgin
Dancing Nature juvenile
Flutter butterflies serene.

In joyous flavor all spin
Lovebirds with smile
Robins sing in green
Flutter butterflies serene.

... Manoj.K.Sanyal

Rose

Hey, be cautious
Hold carefully the rosy love
Else, thorny woes would prick
Be pained with oozing blood.





Smell the fragrance
Enjoy the colored splendor
Beauty and magical essence
Become drunk.

Distribute the roses
Pluck all thorns
So that, just the leafy rose remains
Hey, be cautious.

Spring time is round the corner
Give a rose to your love
Be it red, white, yellow or pink
And enjoy for ever as valentines.

Open your arms wide with friendship
Present love buds to as many
Hey, please join hands
Sing sweet songs of harmony.


... Manoj.K.Sanyal

Exploring 'Snooker' in galaxy

Game of snooker

is being played in the Galaxy.

Colorful stars and asteroids

colliding or by passing...

Rolling on velvety canvas...

But who is the striker?

Is that me?

And where are the pockets?

May be, in eternal cavity...

Is it my eye balls’ illusion?

Who knows?

Seems, all are automatic.

Questions surface about my entity.

I withdraw as

"The most beautiful thing

we can experience is the mysterious."

Quote..."The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious." -Albert Einstein

... Manoj.K.Sanyal

Submerge(butterfly cinquain)

Your smile

Naughty glimpses

winking blush with love call

Luring for our rendezvous time

Aha!

Dreaming your silken fire glow touch

to get lost in full blaze

Drench with passion

Submerge

Valentine Day

Fourteenth February, Day Valentine
Manoj was in marriage guillotine
Long thirty-two years back
With Cupid’s wish and luck
Still laughs this day in life serpentine.

... Manoj.K.Sanyal

Ensuing spring time

Receding winter and frosty snow

Ensuing spring time with joyous flavor

Piercing love -arrows from Cupid's bow

Flowing breeze acts in magical fervor.

Fantasy times with couples in glow

Intimacy in moonlit blue sky with spark

Ecstasy blooms amidst flowery grow

Infancy -of -love grows in life berserk.

... Manoj.K.Sanyal

Breasts

Beautiful and enchanting,
soft and sublime,
hilly and abysmal,
are poems by the creator.

Always allure me with magic
and passionate touch,
silky smooth and ecstatic,
and tease as an enigma.

Milky nectar from the pair
at appropriate time
for nourishment of child
has made eternal mother.

The lovely creations
are epitome of splendor,
for me and my child,
mesmerizing and wondrous.

...M.K.Sanyal

Clowns(Quainzaine)

Clowns are lucky for circus.

Why are they lucky?

Who are they?

Clowns are the master artists.

Why master artist?

Why the clowns?

Clowns are controllers of show.

Why they control show?

Do they own?

Clowns make fun but cry with pain.

Why they cry with pain?

Why make fun?

I love clowns in our lives’ jungle.

Who are jungle life clowns?

Why I love?

Clowns bring laughter in the life.

For whom, they bring laughs?

Am I one?

... M.K.Sanyal

Frosty magic ( Limerick)

Musical drizzle of dancing white snow

Frosty magic in Christmas trees grow

Silvery white nature

Hand in hand with rapture

I walk with my love in lovebirds’ glow.

Fun and frolicking in charming cold

Bloomed flowers in reflective gold

Beauty of splendor

Her magical fervor

I get lost with her passionate hold.

After some buzzing like a love bee

Looking at her deep blue eyes like sea

With full hesitation

And some perspiration

I say, "Would you care to dance with me?"

... Manoj.K. Sanyal

Smile

Child smile after birth

spreads epidemic of love,

making all happy.

Angst

Howling Gorilla

Rhythmic breast thumping by both hands

Beastly proud poetics …

Drawing( short story)

Holiday time in school, painting contest for kids in our housing society,
and I am the judge.

Kids are painting less and fighting more, as we do with less love and more of hate, and I smile with nostalgic tears.

In my child hood as well, I used to make drawings with date trees and bushes,small pathway and distant hut, rising sun in between mountain; eagles flying in the sky, river flowing, and the boatman is calling, 'come dear come'.Now, I am old and understand; river is I, hut is mine, and in life’s jungle, perhaps the mental sun is telling,’ let me go, let me go'.

In between, what I did?

Same I think … acted like a child.

Like a child, a beggar of love, happiness, with all wants, and when restricted, I started crying.

Crying has become habit forming.

Whether in school, college or in work, I painted with hope and cried, when the results were otherwise, and still I am crying.

Time is up, game over.

Paintings closed, and I thought, I would laugh, only when I die.


... Manoj Krishna Sanyal

Boquet

Colorful flowers like beehive bunch

Splendor as that of a rainbow

Mesmerizing with fragrance

Happiness with laughter

In our joyous home

And the bouquet,

My darling

Dear love

Is

You

With your

Smiling face

Concern and care

Sympathy and friendship

Naughty acts with teasing

Ready wit and humor talks

Passion and live companionship,

That has made it heavenly abode.

M.K.Sanyal

Black Rose(Etheree)

She,

waiting

for red rose

with her eyes close

like each year today;

suddenly doorbell rings;

expecting to see his grin,

she opens the door swings with full hope;

instead, police hands her the black rose

with one crumpled letter as his last note.

...Manoj Krishna Sanyal

New Dawn

Foggy mornings with misty emerald green

Panoramic splendor with bluish sky hood

Enlightening snowy essence serene

It is joyous time with holiday mood.

Snowy drizzle with silvery sauna

Frosty crystal,icy dew drops on petals

Natural wonder in mystic fauna

For fun and frolic with love specials.

Flowery gardens with fur trees and pines

Dancing moon light with breezy bright

Chilling cold with refreshing dines

Festive spirit echoes with glittering light.

Winter steps in with Christmas splendor

Cozy comfort in yearly retreat time

New Year begins with hopeful ardor

Let us restart with vigor for future prime.

- Manoj Krishna Sanyal