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Eternity

Eternity

Is that she?

With her curly hair

as broken waves on seashore

and deer eyes in mesmerizing smile

she looks heavenly and poetic.

I feel her shadowed presence

by whispering love touch

and she lures me with time.

We plough velvety

as lovers and time ceases.

Sparks make fire

and we learnt that our emotions make Life.

We seem to be celestial beings now.

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@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal

The disguise

The disguise

Shadows lengthen with cawing time

but suddenly step back

as darkness descends

Bats fly in tattooed civilization

with flickering light and shadow

Torn clothing loiters here and there

as whispering shame chokes

Dawn comes in

and innocence gets dressed up

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@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal

I cried that day…

Two months back I danced with HER fearless

Matching with some short steps and brisk pace

Wishing much love and smile

For this old man senile

But SHE said “Grandpa, you are WORTHLESS”.

Heard that word many times while working

Though got love during work practicing

Bosses said so at times

Due to goal pressure prime

---- thought *worthless*is past in retiring.

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My Grandfather

I am uploading an image of Krishna Jiban Sanyal, my grandfather, who in his young age was a  revolutionary  and faced trial in Alipore Bomb case alongwith Sri Aurobindo.

This photo PORTRAIT was there  in our house at Malda in the rooms of my  late grandmother as well as   my late father.


                                               PHOTO OF KRISHNA JIBAN SANYAL

One Bengali Language Poem From My Book SPANDAN @ KICHHU KABITA

Who am I?

Who am I?

As I gaze the stars
beneath a moonlit sky,
colors dance and whirl
and life mirrors echo.

Am I alone
in carousel wheels of time?

Am I an illusion?

Who am I?

As sunny rays in cuddly embrace
verse couplets for journey eternal
I blend for dreamy poetics with time.

With echoed pasts
and mimicked future
I’m never alone.

I dance like a robot
and acrobatically
spin in earthy life.

With shackles in my brain
as slave of self
and society jungle,
my freedom is just fantasy.

My wings are broken
and I’m in tears.
Can I fly again?
Help me, my soul.

Infinity is calling….

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© Manoj Krishna Sanyal. All rights reserved

A POEM IN BENGALI LANGUAGE ... copyright @ Manoj Krishna Sanyal

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OM!

Omnipresent eldest

With elephantine countenance

And womb born from mystic illusion

You are the symbol of spiritual clairvoyance.

With wisdom and ‘Om’,

The echo of cosmic impetus

And holding a discus and conch shell

You rule with club and lotus.

You bless all with benevolence

As the supreme reality

Of human existence,

I worship you, God Ganapati.

You are the essence

Of devotion and infinity

And as maintainer of creation

You destroy our vanity.

You are the process

Of truth and intelligence

Churning all for success,

I bow to your corpulence.

You are the Lord

Of salvation and prudence

With bliss as Brahma,

You are my earthly presence.

You are non-dual essence

And the cyclic ‘chakraka’

Of material universe,

I submit to you, Vinayaka.

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MY 4TH BOOK ... Beyond end ... SHORT STORIES published on January 2011 -- ISBN 9788187891413

My 3rd poetry book of poems in Bengali Language --- SPANDAN @ KICHHU KABITA published on January,2010-- ISBN 8187891939

My second poetry book published in India on 29.01.08 ... ISBN: 81-8206-012-5

It's me

My first poetry book published in INDIA on Nov'06 --- ISBN NO 818903619X

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