white mountain sunrise

touch of crimson on
milk white mountain
nature’s painting

Sharmishtha basu
4.11.10

liberation

white starlight
messenger of divine
liberation of souls


Sharmishtha basu
27.12.10

christmas

pristine white blanket
covered the earth
under the sparkling stars
conquering deepest dark
warmed up in a frozen night
by mother’s love
and mother earth’s
spread of golden hay.

In a dilapidated stable
on a spread of hay
surrounded by angels
and mute animals
child of God was born
to teach and rejoice love
to glorify and beatify
God’s meek lambs.


Sharmishtha basu
22.12.10

crystal cascade

breaking every rule
surpassing every blockade
crystal cascade falls

Sharmishtha basu
20 .12.10

free souls

white floats in green
no chains, no shackles, free souls
followed by trails

Sharmishtha basu
10.12.10

solitude

What is solitude?
Standing at the end of world
Looking at the calm ocean
Stretching to the blue sky
feeling its depth, storms and turmoil.

A single tree standing
right beside you
tall, graceful reaching for sky
You looking out at the ocean
With absolute peace reigning your soul.

Sharmishtha basu
1.06.10

we

gazing out the window
of my moving train
a scene filled me with wonder
made my heart ponder.

Another train far away
Was crossing a bridge
on A mighty waterfall
crashing down from hills.

The train looked like a toy
Inching under that cascade
Cascade of pure beauty, power
it looked like so puny and small.

my heart reminded me there
How feeble and weak we are
Against this majestic power
which we call the universe.



Sharmishtha basu
8.05.10

green valley

I lie on my back, flat
Blissfully ignorant of world
Gaze in the crystal clear blue
As it gazes back at me peacefully.

The velvet grass softer than carpet
Stretched under me,
Horizon to horizon
Its leaves tickling my cheek and arms.

The farthest horizons are decked
With snow capped high mountains
Looking up at the sky
Mist envelops them like white gown.

In the distance I see a home
Marble white and dazzling
For a second I feel a pang
A pang of envy towards its dwellers.

Then smile blows away the pang
I reach out to embrace what’s mine
The beauty of nature surrounding me
And close my eyes in happy remembrance.

the deer

flash of gold in green
pile of gold uncovered by man?
a fawn searching mother.

Sharmishtha basu
20.11.10

Crown of dawn

Burning crown
Of dawn
Pink reflection
Of her brow,
cheeks and lips
on the earth below
Crystal creek
sparkles in red,
Snowy peaks
burn in pink hue
White mist
Twirls her gown
To save its
Pearly glow



Sharmishtha basu
16.09.10
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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

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

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/

Aqua Marina

Aqua Marina

Aqua marina smiles
blue Petals glow
droplets of waves
sparkling crystals
decorating velvet green.

Under the azurine sky
Snowy peaks
touching clouds
Pieces of ocean
Stitched in earth’s gown.


Sharmishtha basu
1.09.10


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Blue poppies

A piece of heaven
A piece of sapphire
With a body and life
I never thought
Something so beautiful
Existed in earth.
They spread across
The valleys and mountains
Hundreds and hundreds
Beautiful dream.


Sharmishtha basu
29.08.10

Swinging to the clouds

Dark clouds have gathered
A peacock dances
Spreading its rainbow plumes
As the white lightning flashes
Against the ebony clouds
Birds have huddled in their nests,
Thunder roars
Pitter patter starts
Waiting to turn into
Silver torrent pouring down.

under the flimsy veil of mango leaves
the little girl swings
her swing trying to kiss the branches
her hair wet and face glistening
her eyes are lost in the clouds
she wants to fly out to them
so she keeps swinging
ignoring the sliver cascade
ignoring her mother’s shout
“come home right now!”

Sharmishtha basu
29.08.10

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She swings

Her rope is tied
To the ebony clouds
She swings
The wind sings
A soft song
Rain drops
Call out her name
In soft symphony
Softly they kiss
Her glowing cheeks
Her flowing tresses
Her swaying dress
Trees stretch
Their green branches
Birds fly by
As she reaches
Higher and higher
To touch the clouds

Sharmishtha basu
1.09.10

Procrastination

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If not now….. 17.08.10

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“Love won’t wait
For too long
To be adored.
It’s a precious jewel
It won’t lie scattered
In the dust for too long.
A knowing eye, a caring hand
Will pick it up to adorn a crown.”

“When your heart yearns
Longs for a special soul
Why wait till eternity?
Till love grows cold?
If not now, then when?
On the day of his funeral?
Or his wedding day to the other
Will you claim your love for him?”

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Procrastination 25.03.2010

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True love Knows
no procrastination
it knows its destination
too well.

Those who think too much
Wait too much
Toy between
The options too much.

Often wake up one day
To see
Love has gone away
Found someone else.

A jewel never
Lies in dust undesired
It soon finds its place
Where it is desired.

winter sun

Unruly winds brush my face
Laden with fragrance of flowers
Winter flowers blooming
Spreading their rainbow colours.

Butterflies and bees
Busily hovering above them
In an endless ecstasy
Happy just to be there.

Their carefree ecstasy
Touches my heart too
Settling on a lawn chair
I open a storybook.

My eyes more busy with them
Than with the letters on book
While the soft sunshine
Warms up my very soul.

The second nostalgic poem for the good, sweet winter days,

Sharmishtha basu
9.12.2009

Nostalgia

I truly miss it from my heart
The symphony from nature’s orchestra.
The price we pay for urban luxuries,
that beautiful intimacy of nature.

Those early morning songs
from the children of nature
that cascade of bird songs
pouring down like a fountain.

I could only hear them
all I could see out side my window
was soft envelop of darkness
dark skies and night diamonds.

A promise of new dawn
made them sing
the most beautiful song
human ears can hear.

Now I hear an occasional twit
a hesitant call at mid day.
As if they are too shy to sing
for the urban audience.

They feel that they are
not very welcome here
in the crowd of men
and man made sound.

Sharmishtha basu
11.12.09

Winter days

Warm cocoon of blanket
Snuggled deep in it
Only eyes and nose
Peeking out of it.

Every turn on bed
Shots a chill through spine
I feel like I have touched
A sheet made of ice.

Still I love these winter days
More than I can say
These stolen moments
Of warmth and sunshine.

Shivering under the soft sun
munching hot popcorn and nuts
keeping a watchful eye
for any shadow of mom or teacher.

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Its a way of making one happy, when you are being barbecued, think of freezing temperature and winters :)

Sharmishtha basu
9.12.09

A small castle

A small castle overlooking the ocean
Blue, deep and full of waves
Waves as high as mountains
Wearing crown of white foam.

Crown that will turn into gold
Orange, red and white in sun
Will again turn into silver
When the moon will shine upon.

That’s where I am going to live
With a pack of cutest hounds
A library full of books
A garden full of flowers.

I am gonna build my castle
In a deserted island
Full of wild flowers and birds
All of you are invited therein.

sharmishtha basu
22.12.09