Wednesday, May 01, 2019
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.
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.
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.
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.
Along greed and competitions
And I feel myself lost and alone.
Nostalgic I am today.
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Copyright@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal
Copyright@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal
Friday, April 26, 2019
Wednesday, April 17, 2019
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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Manoj Krishna Sanyal
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A) Poetic expressions :- my first book ISBN 818903619X
B) Poetic paintings :- my second book ISBN 8182060125
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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.
copyright@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal
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.
copyright@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal
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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
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