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.
…
copyright @ Manoj Krishna Sanyal
copyright @ Manoj Krishna Sanyal
Tuesday, February 05, 2008
Friday, September 14, 2007
Thursday, July 06, 2006
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
Happiness or peace…
Happiness is all pleasure.
Peace is just calmness.
Happy, we rogues
and peaceful are saints.
... M.K.Sanyal
Thursday, June 29, 2006
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
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
Saturday, June 24, 2006
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
Friday, May 19, 2006
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.
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.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
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
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
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
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.
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
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
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
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
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
Monday, March 20, 2006
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.
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.
Saturday, March 18, 2006
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.
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.
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