Biography of SANTANU HALDER
A teacher by profession and a poet at will- Santanu Halder was born and brought up in a small town named Bongaon, near Kolkata.He has done M.A in English Literature and teaching university students for 6 years.A scholar, a translator, and a bilingual poet writing in both Bengali and English, Santanu Halder has already authored three books, these are - (1) 'American Literature' for WBSU Students, (2) Old English Literature in a Nutshell and (3) a book on translation. He has been writing since his school and college days.He loves to write what he feels specially in the form of poetry.Few of his early poems have been published in college magazines and little magazines. Recently, his poems have been selected for publication in KNOT MAGAZINE, a Middle East magazine(Turkey) for winter issue 2012, and in a book named 'In Praise - In Memory - In Ink'by Brian Wrixon Books publisher registered with Library & Archives Canada.
SANTANU HALDER Poems
A Poem Minus Its Soul
a poem minus its soul a man minus his goal
The Path Of Life
This path has no end nobody knows where it bends walking from dawn to dusk from dusk to dawn
A sallow sterile slum where life's alphabet disordered Starvation stabs the dwellers everyday A water-logged living,
My Pen Chronicles A New Dawn
My pen chronicles a new dawn a dawn full of promises. it strives at the particles of light in the midst of darkness,
Day Comes And Goes
day comes and goes so is with rose night engulfs the light and morning devours the night
The Story Of Oedipus
Oedipus was the son of Laius and Jocasta, and king of Thebes. When Laius learnt from an oracle
Why Do I Write?
The life which I lived Inspires me to fight The pains which I got, Inspire me to write,
Nothing I Know
I do not know, The whys, hows and the whens Of life, The syllables of life
The Definition Of True Love
True love is a kind of pilgrimage a hazardous journey and the ideal lovers are the pilgrims on the highway of love.
Poetry is like a river which runs through my blood an outburst of emotion which submerges me in flood
i wonder how Daedalus the master craftsman first constructed
Racing Against Time
we are tired racing against time, the sovereign monarch of earthly existence
Life Is Hell Without You
a misty foggy morning like a dark canopy seals the visage of the day and hopeless dreams
an unanswered epistle, uncertain, pale a reality undecided a message
A little hyphen,
Connects two words
And we are living
A big full stop.