Her tiny wings white as dew
Flutter with joy
As she flies from flower to flower
Waking them up with her soft kisses.
Spending some time with each one
Just before flying off to the next
Her mornings are busy
Spreading joy, happiness and colours.
In the night she comes down
Swinging on the beams of moon
Her paintbrush and palette in hand
She softly wakes up the buds.
She happily paints them in multiple hues
Painting living dreams on petals
Then fills them up with fragrance
And sleeps with them for a while.
Sharmishtha basu
2.8.10
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Queen of spring 7.09.10
Hush behold her
Flying like butterfly
Flower to flower
Blessing them all.
Roses steal ruby hue
From her ruby lips
Violets borrow
Shades of her blue eyes.
Chariots of moonbeams
Carry her down here
Rays of sunbeam
Take her back home.
Fairy of flowers
Queen of spring
Comes down to earth
To scatter fragrant dreams.
Sharmishtha basu
7.09.10
Showing posts with label fairytale. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fairytale. Show all posts
Friday, September 17, 2010
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Golden fairy
I saw her pouting
A fragile golden winged being
Sun has woken her up
And reported a theft.
He said the roses have stolen
The ruby of her lips
Sky has stolen
Crystal blue from her eyes.
Sunflower and daisies
Committed the sin
Took away a tiny bit
Of her lock’s gold.
She sat there pouting first
Then she laughed out loud
Laughing like a nightingale
She flew back to moon.
Writer sharmishtha basu
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2010/08/07/golden-fairy/
A fragile golden winged being
Sun has woken her up
And reported a theft.
He said the roses have stolen
The ruby of her lips
Sky has stolen
Crystal blue from her eyes.
Sunflower and daisies
Committed the sin
Took away a tiny bit
Of her lock’s gold.
She sat there pouting first
Then she laughed out loud
Laughing like a nightingale
She flew back to moon.
Writer sharmishtha basu
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2010/08/07/golden-fairy/
Saturday, July 31, 2010
funky fairytale
A demon loved an angel
To the limit of insanity
They are not for each other
This much he knew for sure
He knew she will walk away
The moment he shows himself
So he donned a mask
Conned her into loving him.
But what could he do to himself
Soon the mask started to peel
The angel left him
When the mask fell of his face.
First she was angry and bitter
Then he realized his helplessness
His heart was forcing him
To hound her to force her to him.
The demon got furious
Believed her a traitor
He called her names, taunted her
She asked him to change himself
He refused said her love was fake
tried to make her jealous, bitter
hit her from every angle, corner
she reminded him she was an angel.
To have an angel in his arms
He will have to be one
A simple truth that can’t be undone
Oil and water can’t mingle
Black and white can’t embrace
To mingle with each other
They have to be same
Or sacrifice himself in absolute sense.
To the limit of insanity
They are not for each other
This much he knew for sure
He knew she will walk away
The moment he shows himself
So he donned a mask
Conned her into loving him.
But what could he do to himself
Soon the mask started to peel
The angel left him
When the mask fell of his face.
First she was angry and bitter
Then he realized his helplessness
His heart was forcing him
To hound her to force her to him.
The demon got furious
Believed her a traitor
He called her names, taunted her
She asked him to change himself
He refused said her love was fake
tried to make her jealous, bitter
hit her from every angle, corner
she reminded him she was an angel.
To have an angel in his arms
He will have to be one
A simple truth that can’t be undone
Oil and water can’t mingle
Black and white can’t embrace
To mingle with each other
They have to be same
Or sacrifice himself in absolute sense.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
cherub
He sits on a white cloud
His mauve robe waving
In the night breeze
A palette of multiple colours
Lies eagerly beside him
He paints the petals
Red, blue, orange, white
To his wildest fancy
To his deepest imagination
Then he scatters them down
The forest fairies wait below
They scoop up all of them
Then they go out and play
Decorating trees, shrubs, bushes
With those rainbow flowers.
Moon and cherub go to sleep
Sun and earth awakes
Beauty and splendour awaits
To greet them in the dawn
The rainbow spread on earth.
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2010/06/30/the-cherub/
sharmishtha basu
His mauve robe waving
In the night breeze
A palette of multiple colours
Lies eagerly beside him
He paints the petals
Red, blue, orange, white
To his wildest fancy
To his deepest imagination
Then he scatters them down
The forest fairies wait below
They scoop up all of them
Then they go out and play
Decorating trees, shrubs, bushes
With those rainbow flowers.
Moon and cherub go to sleep
Sun and earth awakes
Beauty and splendour awaits
To greet them in the dawn
The rainbow spread on earth.
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2010/06/30/the-cherub/
sharmishtha basu
flute player
He was wandering alone
Lost, tired, hungry in the woods
Its been weeks
Since he met another soul.
Early dawn, birds were singing
A divine choir for the sun.
lark he heard a sweeter sound
The mellow strain of a flute
He knew he was blessed by heaven
ran madly through the mist and fog
Stumbling, falling rising again
To seek out the flute player.
He ran past bushes
Crossed vales in path
hurried across
The singing brooks.
Then he saw her, a celestial maiden
Playing her flute to the sun
He dropped down to his knees before her,
She opened her eyes and looked at him.
He saw her silver wings fluttering
She Looked at him and smiled
Beckoned a village sleeping in valley
And disappeared in the milky white mist.
Lost, tired, hungry in the woods
Its been weeks
Since he met another soul.
Early dawn, birds were singing
A divine choir for the sun.
lark he heard a sweeter sound
The mellow strain of a flute
He knew he was blessed by heaven
ran madly through the mist and fog
Stumbling, falling rising again
To seek out the flute player.
He ran past bushes
Crossed vales in path
hurried across
The singing brooks.
Then he saw her, a celestial maiden
Playing her flute to the sun
He dropped down to his knees before her,
She opened her eyes and looked at him.
He saw her silver wings fluttering
She Looked at him and smiled
Beckoned a village sleeping in valley
And disappeared in the milky white mist.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
The Quest
He was in quest of true success
A wise man told him the way
To reach the sage who knows
The way to real success.
He left his home in search
Followed the map line by line
Braved scary forests
Crossed deadly deserts.
Then he reached the valley
Across it he saw a wall of rock
Sky kissing mountains standing tall
He had to cross that mountain chain.
He clambered up and down the wall
Reached a wonderful valley
A crystal clear river was running
Flowers carpeted the whole valley.
He saw a hut and rushed for it
His heart was happy like never before
He knocked the door it opened by itself
A fairy was sitting inside the door.
“Cross that forest my child,
For this is valley of happiness
Across that forest you will meet the one
For whom you have left your every thing.”
He thanked her and left for the forest,
Crossed the darkest forest of his life
Risking his life in every second
He reached the end of it at last.
It was a garden full of greenest trees
Laden with sweetest fruits
Birds and beasts were roaming merrily
In the middle of it he saw the second hut.
A gorgeous fairy was sitting inside it,
“You have reached the haven of love my son,
Cross that dreary desert my child
You will reach your destination.”
Every step burnt his flesh
Every breath scorched his lungs
Still he inched along his way
To reach his destination.
At the end he saw a wall
Too easy to climb and cross
After the barriers which he has crossed
To reach his dream land.
He climbed on the top of the wall
On the other side was his home
His village, his people were there
Just like he has left them there.
He heard a sweet voice beside him
Saw two tiny fairies sitting there
One as bright as sun
Other one as soft as moon.
“Child we are truth and satisfaction
We dwell in every home, heart
Those who can see us, get their dreams
Delivered in their very palms.”
“Those who can’t see us, roam around
Cross mountains, forests, deserts
Sometimes they realize the truth
And sometimes they just waste in path.”
A wise man told him the way
To reach the sage who knows
The way to real success.
He left his home in search
Followed the map line by line
Braved scary forests
Crossed deadly deserts.
Then he reached the valley
Across it he saw a wall of rock
Sky kissing mountains standing tall
He had to cross that mountain chain.
He clambered up and down the wall
Reached a wonderful valley
A crystal clear river was running
Flowers carpeted the whole valley.
He saw a hut and rushed for it
His heart was happy like never before
He knocked the door it opened by itself
A fairy was sitting inside the door.
“Cross that forest my child,
For this is valley of happiness
Across that forest you will meet the one
For whom you have left your every thing.”
He thanked her and left for the forest,
Crossed the darkest forest of his life
Risking his life in every second
He reached the end of it at last.
It was a garden full of greenest trees
Laden with sweetest fruits
Birds and beasts were roaming merrily
In the middle of it he saw the second hut.
A gorgeous fairy was sitting inside it,
“You have reached the haven of love my son,
Cross that dreary desert my child
You will reach your destination.”
Every step burnt his flesh
Every breath scorched his lungs
Still he inched along his way
To reach his destination.
At the end he saw a wall
Too easy to climb and cross
After the barriers which he has crossed
To reach his dream land.
He climbed on the top of the wall
On the other side was his home
His village, his people were there
Just like he has left them there.
He heard a sweet voice beside him
Saw two tiny fairies sitting there
One as bright as sun
Other one as soft as moon.
“Child we are truth and satisfaction
We dwell in every home, heart
Those who can see us, get their dreams
Delivered in their very palms.”
“Those who can’t see us, roam around
Cross mountains, forests, deserts
Sometimes they realize the truth
And sometimes they just waste in path.”
Friday, April 2, 2010
Pixie Queen
An old woman lived alone
In a hut near a forest
Deserted by her kith and kin
For she was too feeble to work.
She just lived and waited
For kind, calm death to come
Her heart was full of love
For each and every living thing.
She fell sick one night
Too ill to move out of bed
She laid there waiting for death
Soon sleep overcame her.
She woke up with chirping of birds
And to her shock she saw
Her hut has transformed
It was clean as anything, tidied up.
A basket of fruit, a jug of milk
Was waiting for her at her bedside
She could see a garden full of flowers
In place of thorny bushes, outside window.
She blessed the God’s angels
Very quickly she started to recover
Every night she fell asleep
Every morning her hut said the same story.
Then one night she faked sleep,
She heard a soft flutter and opened her eyes
She stared into the eyes of a group of pixies
Who have entered her hut from open window.
Their queen smiled at her when she saw
That they have been caught by the old lady
She smiled and called out,
A golden bird appeared in the window.
Its plumes were gorgeous, made of gold
It flew inside and sat on the laps
Of the old lady very fondly and cooed
A beautiful song filled up the hut.
“Mother, you remember the tiny fledgling?
You saved and nurtured last spring?
He is that fledgling, my dearest pet.
He came to see you every night.”
One by one the pixies hugged and kissed her,
Then the queen said, “We will be back to you
Whenever you will need our love or help.”
Then they flew away out of the window.
In a hut near a forest
Deserted by her kith and kin
For she was too feeble to work.
She just lived and waited
For kind, calm death to come
Her heart was full of love
For each and every living thing.
She fell sick one night
Too ill to move out of bed
She laid there waiting for death
Soon sleep overcame her.
She woke up with chirping of birds
And to her shock she saw
Her hut has transformed
It was clean as anything, tidied up.
A basket of fruit, a jug of milk
Was waiting for her at her bedside
She could see a garden full of flowers
In place of thorny bushes, outside window.
She blessed the God’s angels
Very quickly she started to recover
Every night she fell asleep
Every morning her hut said the same story.
Then one night she faked sleep,
She heard a soft flutter and opened her eyes
She stared into the eyes of a group of pixies
Who have entered her hut from open window.
Their queen smiled at her when she saw
That they have been caught by the old lady
She smiled and called out,
A golden bird appeared in the window.
Its plumes were gorgeous, made of gold
It flew inside and sat on the laps
Of the old lady very fondly and cooed
A beautiful song filled up the hut.
“Mother, you remember the tiny fledgling?
You saved and nurtured last spring?
He is that fledgling, my dearest pet.
He came to see you every night.”
One by one the pixies hugged and kissed her,
Then the queen said, “We will be back to you
Whenever you will need our love or help.”
Then they flew away out of the window.
Shower of flower
It was a moonlit night
He was traveling alone
On his white steed
He was galloping away
Back to his palace
From a distant place
He stopped his stallion
Beside a crystal, clear pool.
The stallion was hungry and thirsty
So was the prince riding the steed
He sat looking at the pool
While the stallion grazed happily
He never even knew
When he fell asleep
He woke up by some noise
Could hardly believe his eyes.
A group of fairies were swimming
laughing, splashing the water around
he saw they have left their wings
on the shore to keep them dry
every fairy has her own wings
matching to the colour of her dress
he sneaked out and picked up golden ones
and crept inside the bush again.
The fairies came out of the pool
Golden fairy could not find her wings
The others left her behind at dawn
That was the rule of fairy kingdom
They could be on earth only during night.
The prince came out with the wings
The fairy begged him to return them
His condition was to marry him.
They married, had a daughter
Then one night the fairy recovered
Her wings that her lover has hidden
She flew away to her kingdom
The place where she belonged
Left behind her daughter
Prettier than the fairy herself
As a memory of their love.
The princess grew up with special powers
It rained flowers when she laughed
It rained diamond, ruby when she cried
A greedy demon got enticed
He stole the princess, took her to his den
He ordered her to marry him in vain
The moment he ordered her two wings formed
A pair of golden wings like her mom.
She flew away to the sky laughing
The furious demon came out in open
Shower of flowers greeted him
The more he got angry, the more she laughed
Soon he was half buried in fragrant flowers
Feeling like a fool he went back to his den
The princess flew back to her father again.
Leaving behind her a carpet of flowers.
He was traveling alone
On his white steed
He was galloping away
Back to his palace
From a distant place
He stopped his stallion
Beside a crystal, clear pool.
The stallion was hungry and thirsty
So was the prince riding the steed
He sat looking at the pool
While the stallion grazed happily
He never even knew
When he fell asleep
He woke up by some noise
Could hardly believe his eyes.
A group of fairies were swimming
laughing, splashing the water around
he saw they have left their wings
on the shore to keep them dry
every fairy has her own wings
matching to the colour of her dress
he sneaked out and picked up golden ones
and crept inside the bush again.
The fairies came out of the pool
Golden fairy could not find her wings
The others left her behind at dawn
That was the rule of fairy kingdom
They could be on earth only during night.
The prince came out with the wings
The fairy begged him to return them
His condition was to marry him.
They married, had a daughter
Then one night the fairy recovered
Her wings that her lover has hidden
She flew away to her kingdom
The place where she belonged
Left behind her daughter
Prettier than the fairy herself
As a memory of their love.
The princess grew up with special powers
It rained flowers when she laughed
It rained diamond, ruby when she cried
A greedy demon got enticed
He stole the princess, took her to his den
He ordered her to marry him in vain
The moment he ordered her two wings formed
A pair of golden wings like her mom.
She flew away to the sky laughing
The furious demon came out in open
Shower of flowers greeted him
The more he got angry, the more she laughed
Soon he was half buried in fragrant flowers
Feeling like a fool he went back to his den
The princess flew back to her father again.
Leaving behind her a carpet of flowers.
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Hope
An old woman lived alone
She had no one to call her own
Sometimes people were cold to her
And sometimes they were really mean.
They assumed horrid things about her
They assumed them too very often
For she never told them who she was
Or from where has she come to live there.
Hearing their taunts, fear and hatred
She became brittle as a thorn
All people could see on her face was
Anger, hatred or a big frown.
Soon that suspicion, mockery and hatred
Harvested its crop, she too started to hate
She made her hut her fortress and lived there
Hating, cursing the whole human race.
One morning when she opened her door
She saw a tiny child lying there
Hardly four or five years old
A pretty girl in tattered rags.
The mother inside her woke up
She asked her from where she was
And heard that she was an orphan
Who has lost her way in the dark.
Her life transformed with her touch
She started to live again
Soon her tiny hut was ringing
With the laughter of the little girl.
The neighbours started to ask her questions
She answered none, and raised suspicions
They branded her a thief, a kidnapper
And decided to punish her in front of all.
They chained the old woman, dragged her to court
The king was sitting on the throne
The little girl game with her, with eyes full of tear
The king was moved to see the duo.
On his gentle, kind query, every thing came out,
He ordered his subjects to never bother them
Told them to never hurt those they don’t love.
For only love gives us right to punish.
And as they have left the old woman to die alone
While they lived a happy life a few yards away,
Now that God has given her a glimmer of hope
They don’t have any rights to snatch that away.
She had no one to call her own
Sometimes people were cold to her
And sometimes they were really mean.
They assumed horrid things about her
They assumed them too very often
For she never told them who she was
Or from where has she come to live there.
Hearing their taunts, fear and hatred
She became brittle as a thorn
All people could see on her face was
Anger, hatred or a big frown.
Soon that suspicion, mockery and hatred
Harvested its crop, she too started to hate
She made her hut her fortress and lived there
Hating, cursing the whole human race.
One morning when she opened her door
She saw a tiny child lying there
Hardly four or five years old
A pretty girl in tattered rags.
The mother inside her woke up
She asked her from where she was
And heard that she was an orphan
Who has lost her way in the dark.
Her life transformed with her touch
She started to live again
Soon her tiny hut was ringing
With the laughter of the little girl.
The neighbours started to ask her questions
She answered none, and raised suspicions
They branded her a thief, a kidnapper
And decided to punish her in front of all.
They chained the old woman, dragged her to court
The king was sitting on the throne
The little girl game with her, with eyes full of tear
The king was moved to see the duo.
On his gentle, kind query, every thing came out,
He ordered his subjects to never bother them
Told them to never hurt those they don’t love.
For only love gives us right to punish.
And as they have left the old woman to die alone
While they lived a happy life a few yards away,
Now that God has given her a glimmer of hope
They don’t have any rights to snatch that away.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Little mermaid
A beautiful princess born in ocean
Her dazzling palace was under the sea
Brought up playing with schools of fishes
Colours as dazzling as blooming flowers.
With youth dawning on her spirit
Her spirit started to soar
She used to break free of the depth
And swim to the nearest shore.
She saved someone and fell in love
They had nothing common among them
Yet she lost her heart and soul to him
She won his company but not love.
Soon the prince got tired of her
And started to look for others
Her innocent heart was shattered
She wanted to be back with her sisters.
But when she left the ocean
She had to make a pledge, a vow
She will never be allowed back
The journey was meant to be one way.
She sat on the shores, her salted tears
Mingling with salty water of ocean
Then one night when the moon was shining
She noted that she was changing form.
She became what she was
Before she met her prince
Surprised she saw a mermaid prince
Waiting for her in ocean/
A soft smile on his face told her all,
“I loved you but I did not stopped you,
You sacrificed in love your every thing,
My love has won back that sacrifice.”
He held her arms as they swam side by side
Under the glistening moon, in the sparkling sea
They swam across the islands and places
To reach her kingdom where her family waited.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Cinderella
Sweet Cinderella, pretty girl
never saw her mother at all
her father too passed away
when she was just a tiny girl.
Being brought up by step mom
Whom she thought her real mom
Surviving on her leftovers
Thrown at her by three of them.
After toiling for all day
She was made to sleep in stable
While her step mother and sisters
Slumbered in plush, soft beds.
One night a traveler knocked their door
Seeing his torn and tattered dress
He was at first shown the door
Then when he begged, offered money.
He was allowed to sleep in barn
He saw Cinderella working in the yard
And came silently to her
Asked her for something to eat.
She shared her dinner with him
Hearing her kind words, seeing her beauty
He asked her if she will marry him
She asked to take the permission of her mom.
When he asked her for Cinderella’s hand
He heard the most horrible stories about her
Her mother and sisters vowed again and again
She was the vilest, meanest creature.
The traveler went away, left behind Cinderella
Sad, miserable, broken hearted
For she has lost her heart to him
The only person who has been kind to her.
Next morning a golden chariot stopped at gate
A well dressed prince came down from that
The trio ran for him to greet him
But he brushed them away and asked for Cinderella.
never saw her mother at all
her father too passed away
when she was just a tiny girl.
Being brought up by step mom
Whom she thought her real mom
Surviving on her leftovers
Thrown at her by three of them.
After toiling for all day
She was made to sleep in stable
While her step mother and sisters
Slumbered in plush, soft beds.
One night a traveler knocked their door
Seeing his torn and tattered dress
He was at first shown the door
Then when he begged, offered money.
He was allowed to sleep in barn
He saw Cinderella working in the yard
And came silently to her
Asked her for something to eat.
She shared her dinner with him
Hearing her kind words, seeing her beauty
He asked her if she will marry him
She asked to take the permission of her mom.
When he asked her for Cinderella’s hand
He heard the most horrible stories about her
Her mother and sisters vowed again and again
She was the vilest, meanest creature.
The traveler went away, left behind Cinderella
Sad, miserable, broken hearted
For she has lost her heart to him
The only person who has been kind to her.
Next morning a golden chariot stopped at gate
A well dressed prince came down from that
The trio ran for him to greet him
But he brushed them away and asked for Cinderella.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Snow white
Snow white was a little princess
Who lost her mother as a baby
His father married another woman
Thinking she would mother his baby.
She turned out to be a witch
Who was obsessed with her own self
When she saw that her step daughter
Was pure and beautiful like an angel
She became blind with envy and rage.
She called her accomplice and ordered
The little princess had to be killed
The accomplice took her to the forest
Had pity on her, spared her,
In place of her a rabbit was killed.
The queen was not very sure about him
So she sent her seven ghouls
To see what he does with the princess
When they saw that the princess was unharmed
They faked as her friends and took her in.
They kept her there instead of telling the king
The queen came there in disguise
Fed her a poisonous apple, the poor child died
The evil woman returned to her palace
Gloating with happiness and pride.
Fate had some other plans
It made a prince pass by the hut
He saved the princess, married her
Together they came to meet the queen
You should have seen the look on her face.
This one is one hundred percent inspired by http://shoelessboywonder.wordpress.com/
Who lost her mother as a baby
His father married another woman
Thinking she would mother his baby.
She turned out to be a witch
Who was obsessed with her own self
When she saw that her step daughter
Was pure and beautiful like an angel
She became blind with envy and rage.
She called her accomplice and ordered
The little princess had to be killed
The accomplice took her to the forest
Had pity on her, spared her,
In place of her a rabbit was killed.
The queen was not very sure about him
So she sent her seven ghouls
To see what he does with the princess
When they saw that the princess was unharmed
They faked as her friends and took her in.
They kept her there instead of telling the king
The queen came there in disguise
Fed her a poisonous apple, the poor child died
The evil woman returned to her palace
Gloating with happiness and pride.
Fate had some other plans
It made a prince pass by the hut
He saved the princess, married her
Together they came to meet the queen
You should have seen the look on her face.
This one is one hundred percent inspired by http://shoelessboywonder.wordpress.com/
Friday, March 26, 2010
Claws of a
I am in the claws of a demon
he hates to see people happy
he is cursed with insatiable lust
and hates to see others at rest.
He burns in the pyre of hell
and throws the fire on everyone
who dares to venture near
or has the misfortune to be so.
His life’s mantra is no peace
for himself or anyone around him.
and he lives by that mantra
through hook or through crook.
Does anyone has some antidote
for this demon hated by everyone
who tries to prove that he is right
and the whole world is wrong..
he hates to see people happy
he is cursed with insatiable lust
and hates to see others at rest.
He burns in the pyre of hell
and throws the fire on everyone
who dares to venture near
or has the misfortune to be so.
His life’s mantra is no peace
for himself or anyone around him.
and he lives by that mantra
through hook or through crook.
Does anyone has some antidote
for this demon hated by everyone
who tries to prove that he is right
and the whole world is wrong..
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