Light and fire

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Light and fire 26.08.10
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A being of light
Looks so beautiful, pure
So innocent and harmless
Tempting the fingers of
Greed, lust and darkness,
Since eternity
They try to pull it down
In the land of darkness
Sometimes to have them
Sometimes to extinguish
They reach out again and again.

Oh they do succeed
Sometimes to pull stars to earth
In their lair of darkness
Sometimes the light extinguishes
Dies in the clutches of darkness
Sometimes, when they are wrong
They pull down someone too strong
It burns them with its fury
Playing with light is harmless
Playing with fire is death.


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Don’t pull down a star 19.10.2010
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Don’t pull down a star
The blissful light
Shining up above
It will come down as fire
To burn you to ashes
You will disappear
In a single flicker
Won’t even know what happened.


Sharmishtha basu
26.08.10

envy

They say
Envy is a homage
Paid by a mediocre
To a superior
I guess they are true.

So, never let it enter
Inside your heart
Or inside your mind
Always remember
You are the best.

If someone harbours
This feeling born
Out of awe and low esteem
Don’t be scornful
Don’t be impatient with him.

Sooner or later it will go
Either he will have to let it go
Or it will swell inside
And finally explode
So just wait with patience and see.

http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2010/05/27/envy/
sharmishtha basu

Death of an angel

I used to see a little angel
Sitting under a tree
Playing with flowers
Running after butterflies.

Months passed away
I did not see her
Then one sad evening
I saw her shadow again.

It was her, or was it?
Where was that angel?
The playful, innocent one?
Who always loved and played?

I saw a sad woman
Who has lost her wings,
And along with that
Every thing I loved.

“You don’t know? Do you?”
A friend queried me.
“A prince fell in love with her.
But was too wary of her nature.”

“He thought she laughed too much,
He thought she was too naïve
Too playful and childish
Too innocent to be queen.”

“So he twisted and tainted her
Till she became like now
Then he got fed up with her
And married someone new.”

violence and its aftermath..

A storm
Let a storm gather in the heaven
come down in your full glory
the glory only you can possess
which will show us your fury
fury against these destruction
using your name, your affection.

Killing a child of your very own
then telling that it was for you
to prove love for you
to cherish your glory
to uplift your name
to tell a golden story.

Let the storm blow away all
these old, decayed thing
that once were living, breathing
but have lost that life long.
now they only lie in pile
of useless, worthless thinking.

Once every useless thing is gone
let the heavens shine and rain
let the seeds of tomorrow be sown
full of peace, love for every thing
in harmony and full of nurturing
only love for you and your creation.

The storm
Dark, ominous clouds gathered in the horizon,
Rapidly they covered the heaven and sun
Merciless winds came down from all sides
Set to tear apart the entire world.

Every thing weak blew away in that wind
Every thing tender fell to the earth
The cruel pure light of thunders flashed
The distant drum of victory rang.

The rain

The rains came down after the storm
the cloud played the gentle drums
pure water of love and peace
came softly down from above.

They cleaned away the dust
Gathered through the centuries
They washed away all rust
From the chains around souls.

Rusted chains of slavery to thoughts
created through worshipping oneself,
Across the centuries in god’s name
all blown away in storm, washed in rain.

Every thing was pure and clear
No stains of yesterday was there
Waiting for tomorrow to come
To play after the stage was set.

The aftermath

The cruel winds blew away every thing
That was old, and rotten, shallow,
The tender seeds full of life and love
Which were sleeping deep below,
Gently opened their eyes and streched
Their limbs, yawned and sprouted out
To cover the world with luscious green.


Tomorrow

If you had seen those ominous dark clouds
looming over the horizon with dazzling sparks
heard the screaming wind and tearing thunders
you would have been surprised
such a destruction was the base
of a tree full of blossoms waiting
to turn into ripe, sweet fruits
for hungry birds and humans.
the creator creates and destroys with reason
he destroys only to built the world anew
don’t play God, don’t destroy, unless you can
bring those things, or better things back to life.