Words untold

Fairy of
My creativity
Don’t run away
From me
The urge is
Burning deep within
All it needs
Your soft grip
On my pen
Let words
Flow from within
A crystal cascade
Shower of gold
Liberate
Words untold


Sharmishtha basu
16.09.10

The train

They glide by
One after another
Huts and trees
Hills and valleys
Exhausted exhalation
Creates
a dreamy painting
Of milky white steam
As the giant
Rolls up chugging
To reach the top
its destiny.



Sharmishtha basu
16.09.10
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country sketch

tired bulls
drag the plough
soil stirs
underneath

egrets wait
patiently
scattered like
pearl

exhausted farmer
takes a break
under
the shady banyan

soft breeze
kiss his brow
dry up
sweat drops

Sharmishtha basu
18.09.10

village belles

temple bells
chime
sonorously
Echoing music

village belles
dressed pretty
strollingly
reach the well

laughter
melodious
as
chiming bell.

cheeks
dresses
candor bright
outcolour flowers


Sharmishtha basu
18.09.10

Mister Owl

Mr. Owl thought he was wise
Mr. Owl thought he was nice
So he decided for himself
He deserved a dainty bride.

He went out to search
He searched high and low
Finally his choice zeroed
On pretty Miss Finch.

“Now, now Miss Finch,
You chirp too loud
You jump too high
You sing and fly too much!”

“Oh my dear, how can I convince?
Pretty little girls
Don’t act like this.
Do change yourself completely.”

Every time they met
He made Miss Finch flinch
His sarcasm quoted wisdom
Made her eyes wet.

She flew away to brighter lands
Now Mr. Owl sits brooding
His world is colourless, silent
His nights are spent without winks.

Sharmishtha basu
24.08.10

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Mr. wise 18.09.10
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Mr wise
was looking
for
bride charming
who could gracefully
match his stride
he looked high and low
all were shallow
soon he realized
life has flown by
and he wasted it
looking for perfect bride.

Sharmishtha basu
18.09.10

Nature and man

Invisible and visible fingers
Together have created
A magic on earth
Green, tall trees
Huddled together
A balm for hurting eyes
Deepest hue of emerald and green
Stand like sentry, against azure blue.

A spread made by visible fingers
Lies at their feet
A garden of flowers
A man made dream
Pink, red, white, yellow, purple
Every colour, every shade
Plays like happy children
Under watchful eyes of the trees.

Sharmishtha basu
8.8.10

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perfect beauty 18.09.10
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a flower farm
lying in arms
of wilderness
man and nature
painting together

sprinkled seeds
create a river coloured
red, blue, pink, ochre
nature paints her part
tall green woods, velvet grass

Sharmishtha basu
18.09.10

My prayers

Oh how I longed
How I yearned
For that handsome prince
To end up in my life forever
You turned your face away.

Soon that mask was gone
And I realized
Your naïve daughter
Was about to embrace snake
That’s why you ignored.

How I yearned for money
For riches, gems and glitters
Sometimes you gave
Mostly you ignored
How I sometimes was mad at you.

Then with wisdom came sense
I begged you for peace, love for all
Soon my heart filled up and swelled
I asked for a drop
And you filled up my being.

Sharmishtha basu
1.8.10
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I pray 18.09.10
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I pray I insist
You refuse
I beg I persist
my prayers
go unanswered
all I receive
is your silence

Fury boils within
sometimes I hate you
then one day I realize
you were, are and will
always be right.

Sharmishtha basu
18.09.10

motherland

Let me first confess
From the bottom of my soul
I do love you
With all my heart and soul.

The way a daughter loves
An incapable mother
Whose children are rogues
Who keep tormenting one another.

The way a daughter loves a mother
Who just can’t teach
Her children the ways of acting
Almost any thing proper and sweet.

How can she hug and say,
“Oh mom! You are the greatest!
When she can see her turning her face
Away from the plight of her siblings.”

“So she loves her as a daughter
Fails to worship and applaud
She accepts her with all her faults
Knowing very well she won’t change.”


Sharmishtha basu
24.08.10
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imperfect 18.09.10
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every mother
is not perfect
imperfection does not
Deprives her from love
of her own children.

I too do the same
I know your failings
yet I love you
I may not look up at you
but I don’t look down at you.

Sharmishtha basu
18.09.10

neglected

A riot of colours
Red, pink, white
Lying deserted
On a concrete slab.

What’s the story?
A broken heart?
A forgetful mind?
Ignored beauty?

By Sharmishtha basu
8.8.10

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red and white 18.09.10
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soft petals
red and white
bruised by
harsh concrete
neglected
deserted
shed tears.

who left them behind?
forgetful mind?
broken heart?
mysterious lover?
they wait
for a hand
to take them home

Sharmishtha basu
18.09.10

Kingdom of stupidshine

In the kingdom of stupidshine
Every thing was fine.
King demoniac ruled his roost
With utmost precision.

His kiths and kin
Pals and chums
Dear and near ones
Flourished like sunshine.

Every voice that dared to protest
Was snuffed to silence
Before that spark could ignite
It was thrown in darkness.

His chums controlled the outer layer
Of that tasteless fruit
The whole world was bedazzled
By their prosperous look.

Deeper one went into that fruit
Bitter and bitter it became
But Demoniac was smart
He knew how to maintain his façade.

His rule was simple- buy them all
So that they sing his praise
Don’t even bother to look inside
Where the common people dwell.

If you can’t buy them- crush them
For one voice generates another
So before it’s too late
Kill them- kill each and everyone.

There is no use trying to serve
Each and every citizen
As long as crème de la crème is happy
Rest can go straight to hell.

Silence the protest
No one will know
Whats inside that glitzy covering
Just pretend the fruit is made in heaven.

Pretension works magic
Especially if it’s pouted from ruby lips
Discussed in chandelier lit dining rooms
Where diamonds and emeralds glitter.

Sharmishtha basu
29.08.10

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Kingdom of king Kong 18.09.10
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King Kong rules his kingdom
just the way its meant
no one should dare to say
a single word against

dungeons await rebels
shower of gold jesters
wealth for supporters
scary death for protesters.

Sharmishtha basu
18.09.10

independence

It’s the essence
The living breath
The must of every life.
Not an achievement
It’s just the start
Of building a life
On this foundation
Brick by brick
Stone by stone.
Not for me or you- for everyone.

It’s not for only me
It’s for all of us
A life of dignity
A life of light
A life of full plate
A life of covered body
Covered dignity
And a cover above our heads
Against sun, rain, storm.
Not for me or you- for everyone.

How can I say I am free, happy?
When my brother is in chain
My sister is abused
My mother cries tears of blood?
When the sound of their heavy chains
Keep ringing in my ears
As I lie in my velvet bed sleepless
Staring at the ceiling!
Their cries penetrate those walls
I have built around my heart.

How can I feel satiated, full?
When my brother’s child
Cries for a single piece of bread
When my sister’s son
Goes to work in brick kiln
While mine go to oxford and Cambridge
Theirs don’t even get a chance to read.
Is it the independence I seek?
Is this the fulfillment of my life?
Then where is brotherhood of man?

Sharmishtha basu
15.08.10
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true independence 18.09.10
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independence means
food clothe and shelter
for all
dignity to live
dignity to die
not for me and you
for every one
liberty is not property
of privileged ones
its for one and all
each and every soul

Sharmishtha basu
18.09.10

Stolen heroes

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Heroes 19.08.2010
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Where are the heroes?
Voices that protested
Hands that picked up swords
For truth, for downtrodden?

Some have compromised
Some have fallen asleep
In cemeteries and pyres.
Some have lost their power.

Some are still fighting
In the battlefield
One against the tentacles
Of the poisonous hydra.

A solitary warrior
Carrying the flag of truth
Very lonely crusader
In the world busy making profits.

Sharmishtha basu
19.08.10
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Stolen heroes 16.09.10
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Searching high and low
Can anyone show
The path
that leads
To the land
that have stolen
Our brave hearts
Men n women
With courage
O lion
Compassion
O river
Heart full o love
Like fruit laden trees.

Sharmishtha basu
16.09.10

Glory divine

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Glory divine 2.08.2010
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Colours dancing in the sky
Red, blue, green, yellow, mauve
A sudden streak of white
Swirling, twisting, creating
A painting from divine.

An invisible painter
Grabbing a paintbrush
Plays with all the colours
In the canvas of endless sky
His glory is divine.

The colours swoop down
To touch the trees
Lending them
A moment of glory
As they embrace them close.

Touching the mountains
Rivers and lakes
Sharing their beauty
Happily, wholly
The earth turns in fairy land.

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Aurora 16.09.10
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Heaven
Playing
Light and shadow

A blinding flash
O white
A furious blending
Of purple, red, blue
A soft hue
Of indigo
Dull fire of
Yellow n orange

Earth watches
This performance
Its brilliance.

Sharmishtha basu
16.09.10

swing

swing me higher
I want to fly
I want to touch
the sapphire blue sky
lose myself forever.

I want to feel ecstasy
the cool soft kiss
of reckless wild breeze
as it whispers my name
and kisses my cheeks.


Writer sharmishtha basu
17.09.10
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2010/09/17/710/

mountain breeze

morning breeze
carrying
promise
of light and purity
glides across
mountain and vales
reaches my window
wishes me good day.

it promises
clarity
life
beauty
purity
and
love for all
whole world.



Writer sharmishtha basu
17.09.10

http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2010/09/17/mountain-breeze/

Coconut tree

Blue satin
Stitched with white lace
Spread far and wide
Resting against blue sky.

White sand reaches out
To feel its satin touch
A solitary coconut tree
Stands tall, looks beyond.

A green island far away
Covered with tall coconut groves
The ocean wind plays messenger
Shares their stories.

As it comes rushing across the sea,
Teasing, creating waves and ripples
To softly ruffle the trees
And share his stories.

Sharmishtha basu
8.08.10
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Stories 7.09.10

Waves come
Waves go
Wind whispers
Stories and tales
Fables reach out
From the land
Reaches the ear
Of ocean waves
Coconut groves
Whisper words
In the ears
Of rushing waves

Sharmishtha basu
7.09.10