Sunday, April 28, 2019

Stains




Stains

During my childhood days
I used to write with pen and ink pot
Resulting in blue or black stains
On hands and clothing…

Now we use dot pens and refills
As such practically no ink stains.
Moreover in present computer age
We press keys and communication is paperless. 

But stains are there.
Color is now RED….thick red of hate.

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https://manojksanyal.blogspot.com

Saturday, April 27, 2019

Nostalgic I am


Nostalgic I am
Sunrise and tweeting birds
Amidst echoed sound of culture
And I remembered my childhood time.
Dewed green in village fields
With riverside smell of peace
Along flowery décor
And I visualized my loving village.
Love and laughter of villagers
My school days and fight with friends
Funny games with mock rivalry
And I became pensive for adolescent days.
Present fakes with materialistic attitude
Along greed and competitions
And I feel myself lost and alone.
Nostalgic I am today.
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Wednesday, April 17, 2019

My spiritual connection



My spiritual connection :-

I am a disciple of Bharat Sebasram Sangha with Sri Tridivanandaji, Ex President of BSS as my DIKSHAGURU along nurtured blessings of SRIMATSWAMI   PRANABANANDAJI as SANGHAGURU.

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Hello friends




Hello friends




Poetic musings
 I neither like nor comment
But I write poems.

Egoistic self
Waits for others' reactions
Do I? Do you all?


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Thursday, April 11, 2019

Shades of colors




                                            Shades of colors

Wavy lifestyle
Pungent blots of hate
Boom Boom!

Cerulean sky
Smell of her perfume
Full moon winks !!

Rising sun
Serenity of nature
Pigeons are flying.
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Monday, April 08, 2019

Fallacy


boomeranged sun rays
cataract green horizon
 entwined lovebirds sleep

canopy of blue
cuckoos sing in smiley spring
 street dogs bark for love…

@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal



Friday, April 05, 2019

Tranquility (lanturnes)



Tranquility (LANTURNES)
God’s
Shadow
On human
Stimulates to
Think.

Green
Love of
Horizon
Makes souls and minds
Free.

Let
We all
Enjoy the
Mesmerizing
Feels.

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Tuesday, April 02, 2019

Ad infinitum




Ad infinitum

I am ‘the love’
in this land of diversities
and I bring harmonious beauties.

I am ‘the feel’
in this horizon of beauties
and I sing songs in bounties.

I am ‘the strength’
in this universe of bounties
and I expand the boundaries.

I am ‘the poet’
in the social boundaries
and I pen thoughtful quandaries.

I am ‘the life’
in this world of quandaries
and I ensure cyclic journeys.

I am ‘the human’
in this cosmos of journeys
and I glitter with fancies.

I am ‘the God’
in meditative spiritual fancies
and I bring unity in diversities.

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Narasimha (villanelle)

Narasimha (villanelle)

Social piranha bites and excesses are bursting
As humanity sheds painful agonizing tear
It’s time for “Narasimha” to come for the killing.

With countless gloomy actions in torturous bashing
And writhing commoners in psychological fear
Social piranha bites and excesses are bursting.

Atrocities and malice howl with sadist grinning
And richly few are in control with passionate leer
It’s time for “Narasimha” to come for the killing.

With religious aggressions in the alarming
And terror strikes of fanatics in adventure gear
Social piranha bites and excesses are bursting.

Living hood gaps and all the vices are galloping
And this world is being governed by parasite peer
It’s time for “Narasimha” to come for the killing.

As natural balance and virtues are reducing
And all spiritual positives are mocked with jeer
Social piranha bites and excesses are bursting
It’s time for “Narasimha” to come for the killing.


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Poetic tapestry (sonnet)




Poetic tapestry (sonnet)

The complex tapestries of life cycle
With all complications and variance
Remind us weaver birds’ nesting brilliance
To integrate tunneled pathways ample.

Our living hood in this globular world
With large corridors of feelings many
Need stitching methods of these birds tiny
For cohesion of our emotions gnarled.

The sparrows collect the leafy remains
Be it from green terrains or dry patches
And construct common shelters from scratches
Unlike our selfish acts for richly gains.

Let us learn from their poetic weavings
And create a new herald of meanings.


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