Sanjoy Das

Sanjoy Das is a Bengali poet. Sanjoy was born in 1972 at Kolkata (previously calcutta) in West Bengal in India.

Education

He passed B.Tech(Hons) in Mechanical Engineering from IIT Kharagpur.

His books of poems

# Shabdo Gulo Chhariye Achhe (The Words Are Haywords) (September 2006) published by Saptarshi Prakashan
# Nijer Kachhe Nijey Pariskar (With A Clear Conscience) (December 2006) published by Saptarshi Prakashan

About Poems by Sanjoy Das

Renouned poet/writer Sunil Gangopadhyay once commented in a personal meeting while he was glancing over one of the books written by Sanjoy; that Sanjoy has very mature style of writing. It had ever been endeavour of Sanjoy to keep abreast with the contemporary style of writing poetry in West Bengal. His adroitness on rhymes and slant way of looking at life was praised by many contemporary literates. But after a very pathetic demis of his father in the year 2007 there was a total change in the selection of subject in the poems by Sanjoy. Focus was shifted from minor dis-satisfaction on disparaties in social order to the majore philosophical view of mundaneness and triffleness of life at the back-ground of awsome serinity of the omnipresent natural order.

Following is a sample of his recent work where the above change in style and content is well noticed.

Metaphorically

As the tree beholds the birds flying
It gets the pleasure of flying
As the land beholds the river passing
It feels the excitement of flow
As the deep sleep slumber clinches for organs
But can't find anyting
As the dumb eats a candy
And laughs silently
As the toungue inside the mouth
Stealthily Goes to the wounds
Hence the organ without corset
Never settles in its place.

(Read the poem in the following link [http://www.poetry.com/dotnet/P8952825/999/1/display.aspx] )

Signature with Grey Feathers

Some songs have a firework in it
And fireworks have detonator
Detonator has the innate fire
And the fire has an absolute sleep.
At the end of a sleep there is a dream
Which lets lightnings through it
Lightning grow to increase the shades only
So that an ant can be coaxed with it.
Ant also spreads its wings, sometimes
Though he knows the calamity be fall
Still he always disillusions himself
Disillusion has a color of grey.
Grey also spreads its wings afar
And a few feathers shade from it
The dream of feather is always fictitious
Finally the smoke is mutilated.

(Read the poem in the following link [http://www.poetry.com/dotnet/W9817872/999/1/display.aspx] )

Stints with Little Magazines

# Krittibas (A little Magazine based on poetry patroned by Sunil Gangopadhyay)
# Brishtidin (Rainy Day) ( A little Magazine based on poetry edited by Mandakranta and Arinindam)

At present he is working with Tata Consultancy Services in the field of ERP (Enterprise Resource Planning).