wild wind gushes
wild and free happily
don’t try to stop
let her blow freely.
she does not exists
in confinement of walls
her very being resists
Suffocation of boundary walls.
let her dance all around us
spread her spontaneous vivacity
across the ocean and nations
across the villages and city.
let her dance with the trees
let her waltz with mountain high
swirl and tug the veil of waterfalls
tease the daisies and roses shy.
Sharmishtha basu
26.10.10
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Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thoughts. Show all posts
Monday, January 31, 2011
wild lie
in the wild life
endless independence
there is fun in abundance
then there is strife
when to wild winds collide
they stir up a hurricane
or a small scale typhoon
causing only destruction
if at the wrong place
Sharmishtha basu
31 .1.11
endless independence
there is fun in abundance
then there is strife
when to wild winds collide
they stir up a hurricane
or a small scale typhoon
causing only destruction
if at the wrong place
Sharmishtha basu
31 .1.11
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I want to be
The little girl looked at me
her eyes lost in thought
her sweet face became thoughtful.
“What will I be?”
her eyes looked so wistful,
the little girl looked at me
“Oh so many things I want to be!”
she smiled with a tiny dimple,
her sweet face became thoughtful.
“Some times I want to be a bee.”
her eyes were sparkling and playful,
the little girl looked at me.
“Sometimes I just want to be me!”
she cooed softly like a turtle.
her sweet face became thoughtful.
“Then sometimes I don’t want to be me!”
I want to be huge and strong like a bull,
the little girl looked at me
her sweet face became thoughtful.
her eyes lost in thought
her sweet face became thoughtful.
“What will I be?”
her eyes looked so wistful,
the little girl looked at me
“Oh so many things I want to be!”
she smiled with a tiny dimple,
her sweet face became thoughtful.
“Some times I want to be a bee.”
her eyes were sparkling and playful,
the little girl looked at me.
“Sometimes I just want to be me!”
she cooed softly like a turtle.
her sweet face became thoughtful.
“Then sometimes I don’t want to be me!”
I want to be huge and strong like a bull,
the little girl looked at me
her sweet face became thoughtful.
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the gypsy in me
there is a gypsy inside me
she sighs when she sees
pieces of this planet
spilling with beauty
captured in Polaroid and films
it aches to pack its bags
and go out on a trip
scale every possible mountain
touch every ocean in reach
before lying down to sleep.
there is a wise woman inside me
one that chastises that wild
reminds her again and again
you can save yourself
from cold, heat, rain and snow
stalking tiger, snakes, wolves
for they strike for fear or hunger
what will you do with men?
they will be waiting everywhere
you can save yourself or fail!
Sharmishtha basu
4.12.10
she sighs when she sees
pieces of this planet
spilling with beauty
captured in Polaroid and films
it aches to pack its bags
and go out on a trip
scale every possible mountain
touch every ocean in reach
before lying down to sleep.
there is a wise woman inside me
one that chastises that wild
reminds her again and again
you can save yourself
from cold, heat, rain and snow
stalking tiger, snakes, wolves
for they strike for fear or hunger
what will you do with men?
they will be waiting everywhere
you can save yourself or fail!
Sharmishtha basu
4.12.10
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drunk bee
her lovely eyes speak
with every flutter of lash
his heart soars with her eyes
just as a drunk bee
who has been drinking nectar
from the sweet flower of Neem
Sharmishtha basu
18.1.11
with every flutter of lash
his heart soars with her eyes
just as a drunk bee
who has been drinking nectar
from the sweet flower of Neem
Sharmishtha basu
18.1.11
ballerina girl
ballerina on the dance floor
dancing on the pond of dark stone
graceful petite mon amour
a lovely bloom dances alone.
just like a lily in breeze
you sway gracefully, full of ease
your feet softly kiss the dance floor
let the breeze make your sweet soul soar.
Sharmishtha basu
16.1.11
dancing on the pond of dark stone
graceful petite mon amour
a lovely bloom dances alone.
just like a lily in breeze
you sway gracefully, full of ease
your feet softly kiss the dance floor
let the breeze make your sweet soul soar.
Sharmishtha basu
16.1.11
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the king
the king
sitting on throne
turns to face the stern scorn
on the faces of his people
tired by his selfish idle ways
no more fooling around mister
he heard the silent roar
heard the uproar
the king
Sharmishtha basu
16 .1.11
sitting on throne
turns to face the stern scorn
on the faces of his people
tired by his selfish idle ways
no more fooling around mister
he heard the silent roar
heard the uproar
the king
Sharmishtha basu
16 .1.11
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under the moon silver
under the moon silver we wait
for our mate who is too late
the crow starts to stir in its sleep
the soft dew drops as heaven weep
we start to lose patience in wait
oh why is he so much late!
how much longer shall we wait!
the crease on your brow gets deep
under the moon
ah the ebony turns to slate
no more are we going to wait
let him pay for his careless sleep
let him complain and let him weep
let him groan and let him too wait
under the moon!
sharmishtha basu
7.1.11
for our mate who is too late
the crow starts to stir in its sleep
the soft dew drops as heaven weep
we start to lose patience in wait
oh why is he so much late!
how much longer shall we wait!
the crease on your brow gets deep
under the moon
ah the ebony turns to slate
no more are we going to wait
let him pay for his careless sleep
let him complain and let him weep
let him groan and let him too wait
under the moon!
sharmishtha basu
7.1.11
nobody’s child
behind him was the long dark shadow
his father’s lust, mother’s innocence
one disappeared after satiation
the other gave him this so called existence.
No cradle, no lullaby no sweetness
two strong arms sheltered his mother
they were too strong to hold her
but too weak to save the other.
he stands alone neglected
his back turned on light
his own shadow covers his future
as he faces away from light.
have you met him somewhere?
the nobody’s child?
did not his pain pierced your soul?
his tiny shadow started to haunt your mind?
Sharmishtha basu
19 .1.11
his father’s lust, mother’s innocence
one disappeared after satiation
the other gave him this so called existence.
No cradle, no lullaby no sweetness
two strong arms sheltered his mother
they were too strong to hold her
but too weak to save the other.
he stands alone neglected
his back turned on light
his own shadow covers his future
as he faces away from light.
have you met him somewhere?
the nobody’s child?
did not his pain pierced your soul?
his tiny shadow started to haunt your mind?
Sharmishtha basu
19 .1.11
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monkeys
a cozy bunch of monkeys
lived up floor from me once
a chirpy herd quite funky
dwelled on my roof top once.
their days started prior dawn
as I laid snuggled and comfy
they opened their beady eyes at dawn
got active like a bunch of zombie.
One minute they were thump thump
the other minute they were squealing
then they will start to hop and jump
sometimes they will go rolling.
for years I tried to convince them
my rooftop is not their home
I will be so glad to see the last of them
if they will kindly return to their home.
Then one day they disappeared in thin air
I woke up sans their jumping and sound
as if some angel heard my prayer
vanished em with a single whiff of her wand.
Sharmishtha basu
19 .1.11
lived up floor from me once
a chirpy herd quite funky
dwelled on my roof top once.
their days started prior dawn
as I laid snuggled and comfy
they opened their beady eyes at dawn
got active like a bunch of zombie.
One minute they were thump thump
the other minute they were squealing
then they will start to hop and jump
sometimes they will go rolling.
for years I tried to convince them
my rooftop is not their home
I will be so glad to see the last of them
if they will kindly return to their home.
Then one day they disappeared in thin air
I woke up sans their jumping and sound
as if some angel heard my prayer
vanished em with a single whiff of her wand.
Sharmishtha basu
19 .1.11
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misha
it struck all of a sudden
it came out of nowhere
snatched away that sunshine
that sweetest ball of hair.
I believe the fault was mine
I forgot you were bound to go
your time will come before mine
you will have to leave me and go.
oh how I was afraid to see
places where you snuggled up
those blank places used to bite me
I thought that gap wont fill up.
I could feel you snuggle up against me
in the dark of night, in my bed
so many times you haunted me
I just could not wipe you out of my head.
its been a decade since you are gone
somehow my heart says to me
tonight you will not be gone
you will be in my dreams for me.
Sharmishtha basu
24 .1.11
it came out of nowhere
snatched away that sunshine
that sweetest ball of hair.
I believe the fault was mine
I forgot you were bound to go
your time will come before mine
you will have to leave me and go.
oh how I was afraid to see
places where you snuggled up
those blank places used to bite me
I thought that gap wont fill up.
I could feel you snuggle up against me
in the dark of night, in my bed
so many times you haunted me
I just could not wipe you out of my head.
its been a decade since you are gone
somehow my heart says to me
tonight you will not be gone
you will be in my dreams for me.
Sharmishtha basu
24 .1.11
let there be peace
soft calm water spreading
just like a crystal sheet
from your feet to horizon
where it kisses the blue….
oh that sweet breeze
that blows across it
first kissing its calm self
then spreading that to you.
don’t pick up that pebble
it means nothing
that gesture can be shunned
that impulse is easy to control.
think how it will distort
this crystal clarity to muddy
don’t give in to that imp
let peace rule all around us.
Sharmishtha basu
29 .1.11
just like a crystal sheet
from your feet to horizon
where it kisses the blue….
oh that sweet breeze
that blows across it
first kissing its calm self
then spreading that to you.
don’t pick up that pebble
it means nothing
that gesture can be shunned
that impulse is easy to control.
think how it will distort
this crystal clarity to muddy
don’t give in to that imp
let peace rule all around us.
Sharmishtha basu
29 .1.11
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journey to light
burning bright sun
softly rippling crystal
blended with gray
splattered with milk
dancing under my oar
my little boat
glides forward
facing the sun
Sharmishtha basu
31 .1.11
softly rippling crystal
blended with gray
splattered with milk
dancing under my oar
my little boat
glides forward
facing the sun
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31 .1.11
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birth of a mermaid
I softly fall inside you, I sink
your velvety cool touch
envelops all around me
a shiver runs through the spine.
slowly I immerse deeper and deeper
in your dark depth
water flows all around me
I get submerged, I give up, surrender.
my open reckless hair dances
with the ripple of your wave
its fine net surrounds me
just like you as I descend in you.
my legs join together to glue
I could inhale you inside me in my breath
softly I rise above again
after losing myself to you I become you.
Sharmishtha basu
28 .1.11
your velvety cool touch
envelops all around me
a shiver runs through the spine.
slowly I immerse deeper and deeper
in your dark depth
water flows all around me
I get submerged, I give up, surrender.
my open reckless hair dances
with the ripple of your wave
its fine net surrounds me
just like you as I descend in you.
my legs join together to glue
I could inhale you inside me in my breath
softly I rise above again
after losing myself to you I become you.
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28 .1.11
haiku collection 3 17.1.11
deception (HH)
her hazel eyes
shining soft and bright
hid the deception.
Sharmishtha basu
13.1.11
medusa 8.1.11
a humble grass flower
boasted celestial charm
got forever doomed
Sharmishtha basu
8 .1.11
sin (HH) 23.1.11
tabooed love, lovely eyes
temptation too strong to shun
heart sways towards sin
Sharmishtha basu
23.1.11
Story of guilt 28.12.10
those hooded eyes
tongue licking lips fast and quick
telltale story of guilt
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28.12.10
confinement (SHW) 25.1.11
confinement gone
cage of ice has shattered
crystal creek is free
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25 .1.11
inhibitions 25.1.11
shed inhibitions
bear your flower and fruit
world belongs to you
Sharmishtha basu
25 .1.11
the thinker 21.12.10
her hands reach within
deep in the ocean of thoughts
to scoop up wisdom
Sharmishtha basu
21.12.10
butterfly dreams 28.1.11
burning orange, gold
ivory n ebony
studded in deep green
Sharmishtha basu
28.1.11
scorpion 4.1.11
the black scorpion
lethal and poised to kill
anyone annoying.
Sharmishtha basu
4.1.11
scorpion 4.1.11
red ripe cherries
simply shunned my conscience
I gave in to Sin
Sharmishtha basu
16 .1.11
tug of war
earth threw a feather
sky caught it in mid way
moon tries to snatch
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
for a haiku
its quite a fun
to scratch your head for a spell
for a haiku
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
red rose
velvety smooth red
mellow and glowing ruby
smiling among thorns
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
coldest heart
its the coldest heart
that fails to melt at the pain
real bad disease
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
war
its murder of men
only the pretexts vary
what spills is just blood
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
shattered faith 31.1.11
agony of death
bows its head to crushing pain
of a shattered faith
Sharmishtha basu
31 .1.11
darkness 31.1.11
overwhelming love
blind surrender of self
darkness engulfs world
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
splendour 31.1.11
dazzling gold torrent
exploding from a volcano
a killer splendour
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
her hazel eyes
shining soft and bright
hid the deception.
Sharmishtha basu
13.1.11
medusa 8.1.11
a humble grass flower
boasted celestial charm
got forever doomed
Sharmishtha basu
8 .1.11
sin (HH) 23.1.11
tabooed love, lovely eyes
temptation too strong to shun
heart sways towards sin
Sharmishtha basu
23.1.11
Story of guilt 28.12.10
those hooded eyes
tongue licking lips fast and quick
telltale story of guilt
Sharmishtha basu
28.12.10
confinement (SHW) 25.1.11
confinement gone
cage of ice has shattered
crystal creek is free
Sharmishtha basu
25 .1.11
inhibitions 25.1.11
shed inhibitions
bear your flower and fruit
world belongs to you
Sharmishtha basu
25 .1.11
the thinker 21.12.10
her hands reach within
deep in the ocean of thoughts
to scoop up wisdom
Sharmishtha basu
21.12.10
butterfly dreams 28.1.11
burning orange, gold
ivory n ebony
studded in deep green
Sharmishtha basu
28.1.11
scorpion 4.1.11
the black scorpion
lethal and poised to kill
anyone annoying.
Sharmishtha basu
4.1.11
scorpion 4.1.11
red ripe cherries
simply shunned my conscience
I gave in to Sin
Sharmishtha basu
16 .1.11
tug of war
earth threw a feather
sky caught it in mid way
moon tries to snatch
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
for a haiku
its quite a fun
to scratch your head for a spell
for a haiku
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
red rose
velvety smooth red
mellow and glowing ruby
smiling among thorns
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
coldest heart
its the coldest heart
that fails to melt at the pain
real bad disease
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
war
its murder of men
only the pretexts vary
what spills is just blood
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
shattered faith 31.1.11
agony of death
bows its head to crushing pain
of a shattered faith
Sharmishtha basu
31 .1.11
darkness 31.1.11
overwhelming love
blind surrender of self
darkness engulfs world
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
splendour 31.1.11
dazzling gold torrent
exploding from a volcano
a killer splendour
Sharmishtha basu
31.1.11
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Monday, January 17, 2011
poem and me
an outlet of emotions
whirling inside my heart
in oh so many visions
myriad hues of passions
its poetry that unchains
that fluttering bird of art
it softly removes its chain
lets it fly out to your heart.
whirling inside my heart
in oh so many visions
myriad hues of passions
its poetry that unchains
that fluttering bird of art
it softly removes its chain
lets it fly out to your heart.
road ahead
road is what it takes us home
across the vales, mounts and sea
or it is the endless dream in which we roam
when we want to run away from home.
away from the confinement of the home
our eyes and feet chase whatever they see
our hearts like wanderer roam
and our soul dance with endless glee.
Sharmishtha basu
10.1.11
across the vales, mounts and sea
or it is the endless dream in which we roam
when we want to run away from home.
away from the confinement of the home
our eyes and feet chase whatever they see
our hearts like wanderer roam
and our soul dance with endless glee.
Sharmishtha basu
10.1.11
the woods
I stopped by woods
feeling the absolute peace
every movement talked
told me hundreds of stories
a history was unraveled.
Sharmishtha basu
11.1.11
feeling the absolute peace
every movement talked
told me hundreds of stories
a history was unraveled.
Sharmishtha basu
11.1.11
swami vivekananda
a being
selfless divine
a blessing
from heaven
came down to bless nation
may be the whole world
Sharmishtha basu
12 .1.11
selfless divine
a blessing
from heaven
came down to bless nation
may be the whole world
Sharmishtha basu
12 .1.11
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gypsy lady
she sat in a trance so serene
her hazel eyes reading me
the gypsy lady made a sign
towards the next chair for me
her language was not known to me
she drew a symbol just for me
on the table with a small chalk red
her fingers painted words unsaid.
Sharmishtha basu
17 .1.11
her hazel eyes reading me
the gypsy lady made a sign
towards the next chair for me
her language was not known to me
she drew a symbol just for me
on the table with a small chalk red
her fingers painted words unsaid.
Sharmishtha basu
17 .1.11
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