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
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
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.
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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