Tag: prose-poetry
member name: manoj sanyal
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May 13, 2006 01:14 PM EDT --
She shed her flowery placentas
blossoming the bud in me to life,
emotions flow in her veins
with love and flourished fragrance;
'Mother' is her name.
She is thy name of sacrifice,
complex with . . .
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May 23, 2006 05:05 AM EDT --
She seated in park.
Vacant exchange; he proceeded.
Tears wiped.
Time elapsed.
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May 22, 2006 06:17 AM EDT --
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… . . .
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May 11, 2006 01:02 AM EDT --
Engrossed in the melody
of scintillating musical tune,
my inner soul rhythmic
is in tranquil harmony.
The nodes of life,
being played by the strings
of events and happenings,
echo my passions . . .
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March 13, 2007 12:06 AM EDT --
Living
I am today
as you gave me the beats,
your love shadow and full blessings.
I feel your presence as if you are here
enjoying with passage of time
but I fear that darkness.
Am I always . . .
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October 27, 2006 06:51 AM EDT --
Thought of writing a poem
And scratching head for words
Imagining language jargons
Themes and inner feels
Philosophical and mundane
I closed eyes to concentrate…
The cell phone rang!
. . .
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January 08, 2007 11:27 PM EST --
Hunger
Strangulation
Foods and fruits by the priest
Rapacity brings back mortal
Cupid.
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January 19, 2007 11:19 PM EST --
The black night spreads darkness
like a bat in search of prey.
Mirages dancing like celestial ballerinas
lure the moths for raptures.
Some mindsets get trapped in the mazes
in echoed resonance of wistful . . .
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February 12, 2007 12:32 AM EST --
Who
Are you?
Mad I am.
You made me mad.
You come in my dreams
With sapphire blue deep eyes,
Tourmaline lips and pearl cheeks,
Onyx eyebrows with coral hairs
And necklace of garnets and some . . .
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May 25, 2007 11:07 PM EDT --
Dancing
Greens rustle up
And the blue veils darkness
As lightning sparks like a mirage.
Endless
Thunderous arid thoughts echo
And confidence shatters
Whiles the spirits
Wander.
@copyright@ . . .
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May 03, 2008 03:44 AM EDT --
Holy
cemetery
as eternal rest place
echo venerated feelings
clearly
Zero
as we take birth
and after worldly gains
we go back to the sacred earth
again
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December 17, 2008 07:13 AM EST --
I wish I were a raindrop
and cool the heat waves
by effervescent togetherness.
Let the wetness
and vibrant hue
unbalance the moments
singing melodious life ragas
. . .
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November 21, 2006 06:57 AM EST --
Icy winter frost
Petals in dew drenched shiver
I am snoring loud.
Pasts are contented pages.
Futures progress with vigor.
@ copyright
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April 15, 2007 11:51 PM EDT --
Mental jealousy
Like combustible matchstick
Ignites with friction.
@copyright@ Manoj Krishna Sanyal
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December 08, 2006 07:26 AM EST --
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Comfort sleeps with quilt
They . . .
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July 31, 2007 11:01 PM EDT --
Colorful rainbow I am
Dazzling in mystic canvas
As symbol of eternal unison
And I am not a blurred illusion.
People see me in different colors
And as all colors combine
I become submerged . . .
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September 12, 2007 11:34 PM EDT --
Poet’s brushings of thoughts
Color the white of time span
And poetics sing.
@copyright@manoj krishna sanyal
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May 05, 2006 01:07 PM EDT --
Crowded market place,
illuminated signboards and glitter,
shouldered moves with urgency,
hesitant looks and canny bargain,
shouts and sedative feels of rhapsody,
a social paradise zooms for some. . . .
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May 15, 2006 04:53 AM EDT --
Indigo to twilight
Seeds sprout from snowy blister
Spring smiles bright.
Breeze and fragrance
Both can't be touched
Just feel the ambiance.
Stored light dresses
Out after long winter
Free and pleasure . . .
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May 16, 2006 02:36 AM EDT --
Haphazard brushings by an artist
or, color blots on canvas
give abstract images of wow.
A poet rants without meaning
and the reader does not understand;
great poem it is.
Sun never rises or, sets
but . . .
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