tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24096856107650373042024-02-02T10:43:21.291+05:30suryagniI have not been updating this blog since ages. If you really like my work meet me in Wordpress :)suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.comBlogger666125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-88328981161029599682011-01-31T19:38:00.002+05:302011-01-31T19:39:16.127+05:30wild wind blows freewild wind gushes<br />wild and free happily<br />don’t try to stop<br />let her blow freely.<br /><br />she does not exists<br />in confinement of walls<br />her very being resists<br />Suffocation of boundary walls.<br /><br />let her dance all around us<br />spread her spontaneous vivacity<br />across the ocean and nations<br />across the villages and city.<br /><br />let her dance with the trees<br />let her waltz with mountain high<br />swirl and tug the veil of waterfalls<br />tease the daisies and roses shy.<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />26.10.10suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-81764183845715634442011-01-31T19:38:00.001+05:302011-01-31T19:38:45.925+05:30wild liein the wild life<br />endless independence<br />there is fun in abundance<br />then there is strife<br />when to wild winds collide<br />they stir up a hurricane<br />or a small scale typhoon<br />causing only destruction<br />if at the wrong place<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />31 .1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-60229469537073621132011-01-31T19:37:00.002+05:302011-01-31T19:38:15.227+05:30I want to beThe little girl looked at me <br />her eyes lost in thought <br />her sweet face became thoughtful. <br /><br />“What will I be?”<br />her eyes looked so wistful,<br />the little girl looked at me <br /><br />“Oh so many things I want to be!”<br />she smiled with a tiny dimple,<br />her sweet face became thoughtful. <br /><br />“Some times I want to be a bee.”<br />her eyes were sparkling and playful,<br />the little girl looked at me. <br /><br />“Sometimes I just want to be me!”<br />she cooed softly like a turtle.<br />her sweet face became thoughtful. <br /><br />“Then sometimes I don’t want to be me!”<br />I want to be huge and strong like a bull,<br />the little girl looked at me<br />her sweet face became thoughtful.suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-17634298275947348922011-01-31T19:37:00.001+05:302011-01-31T19:37:42.789+05:30the gypsy in methere is a gypsy inside me<br />she sighs when she sees<br />pieces of this planet<br />spilling with beauty<br />captured in Polaroid and films<br />it aches to pack its bags<br />and go out on a trip<br />scale every possible mountain<br />touch every ocean in reach<br />before lying down to sleep.<br /><br />there is a wise woman inside me<br />one that chastises that wild<br />reminds her again and again<br />you can save yourself<br />from cold, heat, rain and snow<br />stalking tiger, snakes, wolves<br />for they strike for fear or hunger<br />what will you do with men?<br />they will be waiting everywhere<br />you can save yourself or fail!<br /><br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />4.12.10suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-40728122270438170832011-01-31T19:36:00.002+05:302011-01-31T19:37:04.746+05:30drunk beeher lovely eyes speak<br />with every flutter of lash<br />his heart soars with her eyes<br />just as a drunk bee<br />who has been drinking nectar<br />from the sweet flower of Neem<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu <br />18.1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-59893290649676338392011-01-31T19:36:00.001+05:302011-01-31T19:36:32.662+05:30ballerina girlballerina on the dance floor<br />dancing on the pond of dark stone<br />graceful petite mon amour<br />a lovely bloom dances alone.<br />just like a lily in breeze<br />you sway gracefully, full of ease<br />your feet softly kiss the dance floor<br />let the breeze make your sweet soul soar.<br /><br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />16.1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-12361792561022678162011-01-31T19:35:00.003+05:302011-01-31T19:35:58.164+05:30the kingthe king<br /><br />sitting on throne<br /><br />turns to face the stern scorn <br /><br />on the faces of his people<br /><br />tired by his selfish idle ways<br /><br />no more fooling around mister<br /><br />he heard the silent roar<br /><br />heard the uproar<br /><br />the king<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />16 .1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-65531869565230135732011-01-31T19:35:00.001+05:302011-01-31T19:35:29.681+05:30under the moon silverunder the moon silver we wait <br />for our mate who is too late <br />the crow starts to stir in its sleep <br />the soft dew drops as heaven weep <br />we start to lose patience in wait <br />oh why is he so much late! <br />how much longer shall we wait! <br />the crease on your brow gets deep <br />under the moon <br />ah the ebony turns to slate <br />no more are we going to wait <br />let him pay for his careless sleep <br />let him complain and let him weep <br />let him groan and let him too wait <br />under the moon! <br /><br />sharmishtha basu<br />7.1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-21494519965097784452011-01-31T19:34:00.001+05:302011-01-31T19:34:59.561+05:30nobody’s childbehind him was the long dark shadow<br />his father’s lust, mother’s innocence<br />one disappeared after satiation<br />the other gave him this so called existence.<br /><br />No cradle, no lullaby no sweetness<br />two strong arms sheltered his mother<br />they were too strong to hold her<br />but too weak to save the other.<br /><br />he stands alone neglected<br />his back turned on light<br />his own shadow covers his future<br />as he faces away from light.<br /><br />have you met him somewhere?<br />the nobody’s child?<br />did not his pain pierced your soul?<br />his tiny shadow started to haunt your mind?<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />19 .1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-19304537290061978492011-01-31T19:33:00.002+05:302011-01-31T19:34:28.543+05:30monkeysa cozy bunch of monkeys <br />lived up floor from me once<br />a chirpy herd quite funky<br />dwelled on my roof top once.<br /><br />their days started prior dawn<br />as I laid snuggled and comfy <br />they opened their beady eyes at dawn<br />got active like a bunch of zombie.<br /><br />One minute they were thump thump<br />the other minute they were squealing<br />then they will start to hop and jump<br />sometimes they will go rolling.<br /><br />for years I tried to convince them<br />my rooftop is not their home<br />I will be so glad to see the last of them<br />if they will kindly return to their home.<br /><br />Then one day they disappeared in thin air<br />I woke up sans their jumping and sound<br />as if some angel heard my prayer<br />vanished em with a single whiff of her wand.<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />19 .1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-2789127519962531442011-01-31T19:33:00.001+05:302011-01-31T19:33:55.666+05:30mishait struck all of a sudden<br />it came out of nowhere<br />snatched away that sunshine<br />that sweetest ball of hair.<br /><br />I believe the fault was mine<br />I forgot you were bound to go<br />your time will come before mine<br />you will have to leave me and go.<br /><br />oh how I was afraid to see<br />places where you snuggled up<br />those blank places used to bite me<br />I thought that gap wont fill up.<br /><br />I could feel you snuggle up against me<br />in the dark of night, in my bed<br />so many times you haunted me<br />I just could not wipe you out of my head.<br /><br />its been a decade since you are gone<br />somehow my heart says to me<br />tonight you will not be gone<br />you will be in my dreams for me.<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />24 .1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-43338814629204064632011-01-31T19:32:00.002+05:302011-01-31T19:33:25.647+05:30let there be peacesoft calm water spreading<br />just like a crystal sheet<br />from your feet to horizon<br />where it kisses the blue….<br /><br />oh that sweet breeze<br />that blows across it<br />first kissing its calm self<br />then spreading that to you.<br /><br />don’t pick up that pebble<br />it means nothing<br />that gesture can be shunned<br />that impulse is easy to control.<br /><br />think how it will distort<br />this crystal clarity to muddy<br />don’t give in to that imp<br />let peace rule all around us. <br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />29 .1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-56265533560528919282011-01-31T19:32:00.001+05:302011-01-31T19:32:46.032+05:30journey to lightburning bright sun<br />softly rippling crystal<br />blended with gray<br />splattered with milk<br />dancing under my oar<br />my little boat<br />glides forward<br />facing the sun<br /><br /><br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />31 .1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-73863531207571391202011-01-31T19:31:00.000+05:302011-01-31T19:32:15.236+05:30birth of a mermaidI softly fall inside you, I sink<br />your velvety cool touch<br />envelops all around me <br />a shiver runs through the spine.<br /><br />slowly I immerse deeper and deeper<br />in your dark depth<br />water flows all around me<br />I get submerged, I give up, surrender.<br /><br />my open reckless hair dances <br />with the ripple of your wave<br />its fine net surrounds me<br />just like you as I descend in you.<br /><br />my legs join together to glue<br />I could inhale you inside me in my breath<br />softly I rise above again<br />after losing myself to you I become you.<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />28 .1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-2533666836264306662011-01-31T19:29:00.000+05:302011-01-31T19:31:47.121+05:30haiku collection 3 17.1.11deception (HH)<br /><br />her hazel eyes<br />shining soft and bright<br />hid the deception.<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />13.1.11<br /><br /><br /><br />medusa 8.1.11<br /><br />a humble grass flower<br />boasted celestial charm<br />got forever doomed<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />8 .1.11<br /><br />sin (HH) 23.1.11<br /><br /> <br /><br />tabooed love, lovely eyes<br />temptation too strong to shun<br />heart sways towards sin<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br /> 23.1.11<br /><br />Story of guilt 28.12.10<br /><br /><br />those hooded eyes<br />tongue licking lips fast and quick<br />telltale story of guilt<br /><br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />28.12.10<br /><br /><br />confinement (SHW) 25.1.11<br /><br /><br />confinement gone<br />cage of ice has shattered<br />crystal creek is free<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />25 .1.11<br /><br /><br />inhibitions 25.1.11<br /><br /><br />shed inhibitions<br />bear your flower and fruit<br />world belongs to you<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />25 .1.11<br /><br />the thinker 21.12.10<br /><br /><br />her hands reach within<br />deep in the ocean of thoughts<br />to scoop up wisdom<br /><br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />21.12.10<br /><br />butterfly dreams 28.1.11<br /><br /><br />burning orange, gold<br />ivory n ebony<br />studded in deep green<br /><br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />28.1.11<br /><br /><br />scorpion 4.1.11<br /><br /><br />the black scorpion<br />lethal and poised to kill<br />anyone annoying.<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />4.1.11<br /><br />scorpion 4.1.11<br /><br /><br />red ripe cherries<br />simply shunned my conscience<br />I gave in to Sin<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />16 .1.11<br /><br /><br />tug of war<br /><br /><br />earth threw a feather<br />sky caught it in mid way<br />moon tries to snatch<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />31.1.11<br /><br /><br />for a haiku<br /><br /><br />its quite a fun<br />to scratch your head for a spell<br />for a haiku<br /><br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />31.1.11<br /><br /><br /><br />red rose<br /><br />velvety smooth red<br />mellow and glowing ruby<br />smiling among thorns<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />31.1.11<br />coldest heart<br /><br /><br /><br />its the coldest heart<br />that fails to melt at the pain<br />real bad disease<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />31.1.11<br /><br /><br /><br />war<br /><br /><br />its murder of men<br />only the pretexts vary<br />what spills is just blood<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />31.1.11<br /><br /><br />shattered faith 31.1.11<br /><br /><br />agony of death<br />bows its head to crushing pain<br />of a shattered faith <br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />31 .1.11<br /><br /><br /><br />darkness 31.1.11<br /><br /><br />overwhelming love<br />blind surrender of self<br />darkness engulfs world<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />31.1.11<br /><br />splendour 31.1.11<br /><br />dazzling gold torrent<br />exploding from a volcano<br />a killer splendour<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />31.1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-19549252993896793972011-01-17T16:38:00.000+05:302011-01-17T16:39:22.100+05:30poem and mean outlet of emotions<br />whirling inside my heart<br />in oh so many visions<br />myriad hues of passions<br />its poetry that unchains<br />that fluttering bird of art<br />it softly removes its chain<br />lets it fly out to your heart.suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-89560133592644796882011-01-17T16:37:00.002+05:302011-01-17T16:38:38.113+05:30road aheadroad is what it takes us home <br />across the vales, mounts and sea <br />or it is the endless dream in which we roam <br />when we want to run away from home. <br />away from the confinement of the home <br />our eyes and feet chase whatever they see <br />our hearts like wanderer roam <br />and our soul dance with endless glee. <br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />10.1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-65021379685427526632011-01-17T16:37:00.001+05:302011-01-17T16:37:49.365+05:30the woodsI stopped by woods<br />feeling the absolute peace<br />every movement talked<br />told me hundreds of stories<br />a history was unraveled.<br /><br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />11.1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-1029758058407158162011-01-17T16:36:00.002+05:302011-01-17T16:37:15.336+05:30swami vivekanandaa being<br />selfless divine<br />a blessing<br />from heaven<br />came down to bless nation<br />may be the whole world <br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />12 .1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-7306781476365256112011-01-17T16:36:00.001+05:302011-01-17T16:36:35.059+05:30gypsy ladyshe sat in a trance so serene<br />her hazel eyes reading me<br />the gypsy lady made a sign<br />towards the next chair for me <br />her language was not known to me<br />she drew a symbol just for me<br />on the table with a small chalk red<br />her fingers painted words unsaid.<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />17 .1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-75240370274870366562011-01-17T16:35:00.001+05:302011-01-17T16:35:55.961+05:30bitter sweetnesssweetness <br />of chocolate <br />soft creamy delicious <br />with that little tinge of bitterness <br />extremes embrace to make life perfect <br />shadows of black and white dance <br />hand in hand together <br />love that bitter <br />sweetnesssuryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-15107246879438018512011-01-17T16:34:00.000+05:302011-01-17T16:35:22.670+05:30Chinese connectionA<br />harsh Truth<br />truly harsh<br />Can’t be denied<br />Had a lot of grudge<br />For their cruelties<br />On their own and neighbours<br />And then I read a touching thing<br />Lotus is their July flower<br />Loved this Chinese connection for a change<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />10 .1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-1310285615930641722011-01-17T16:33:00.000+05:302011-01-17T16:34:27.890+05:30insomniawatching stars sparkling<br />see them close their lil eyes<br />insomniac me<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />13.1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-9278947541452015962011-01-17T16:32:00.001+05:302011-01-17T16:33:50.049+05:30doldrumship in sea doldrums<br />watching clouds gathering<br />time to hold mast<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />7.1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2409685610765037304.post-22434169237310329642011-01-11T18:25:00.002+05:302011-01-11T18:26:29.980+05:30when gulmohar bloomswhen the gulmohar blooms<br />spring lets out a sigh<br />its sigh sounds in wind<br />when her flowers fly<br />one after the other<br />far away from tree<br />one by one they scatter<br />spreading a carpet on green<br />a carpet of fiery red and orange hue<br /><br />Sharmishtha basu<br />7 .1.11suryagnihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05860766306146316164noreply@blogger.com0