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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Thursday, April 11, 2019
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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Manoj Krishna Sanyal
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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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Thursday, March 28, 2019
Happiness
Happiness
While swinging in my mother’s tummy
I searched for happiness
And came to this earth
But I had my first cry with happiness.
Life progressed with time span
And learnt to be happy and joyous
With successes and achievements
But tears were there too drenching my soul.
Now in old age I meditate
To know myself and meaning of happiness
And found out with time
Pure happiness is there only in mother’s womb.
While seating in the rocking chair
I try to swing for bliss and happiness
And the new mother calls me
“Come dear come”.
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Sunday, March 24, 2019
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.
@ 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 SanyalWednesday, November 21, 2018
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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Tuesday, February 20, 2018
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
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
Wednesday, November 15, 2017
Friday, November 03, 2017
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….
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 reservedThursday, September 14, 2017
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
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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