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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Showing posts with label scenery. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scenery. Show all posts
Sunday, November 28, 2010
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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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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Sunday, July 4, 2010
My heart- love for nature
My heart soars with your birds
When they swim in ocean of air
Sings out with them
To praise your glory.
My heart swims
In your river, ocean and ponds
Dives deep in you
Surfaces refreshed and cool.
My heart blows with your wind
Kisses all over your body
Touches every thing in you
Unbounded, unleashed, free.
My heart dwells in you
It shines with your sun
Dreams with your moon
Twinkles with your stars.
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2010/06/14/my-heart-my-love-for-nature/
sharmishtha basu
When they swim in ocean of air
Sings out with them
To praise your glory.
My heart swims
In your river, ocean and ponds
Dives deep in you
Surfaces refreshed and cool.
My heart blows with your wind
Kisses all over your body
Touches every thing in you
Unbounded, unleashed, free.
My heart dwells in you
It shines with your sun
Dreams with your moon
Twinkles with your stars.
http://window2mysoul.wordpress.com/2010/06/14/my-heart-my-love-for-nature/
sharmishtha basu
I saw her
I saw her sitting
Alone in the park bench
Under the twin trees
One red the other golden
With falling leaves.
Her pretty face was beaming
Her eyes were lost in dream
Who was she thinking about
I longed to take a dive
In the pool of those dark eyes.
Alone in the park bench
Under the twin trees
One red the other golden
With falling leaves.
Her pretty face was beaming
Her eyes were lost in dream
Who was she thinking about
I longed to take a dive
In the pool of those dark eyes.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
climbing
there were moments when I felt
I just cant take a step further
The hill was too steep
The rock too slippery
Hardly any thing to hold on.
I scrambled on all my four
Dragged myself to the top
And stood there mesmerized
Spellbound and hypnotized
As the horizon unraveled.
Majestic mountains standing
Haughtily around me
A silence so deep
I felt I can touch it
No bird no beast was calling.
White clouds in deep blue sky
Were painting their own paintings
I stood there simply gawking
At that scene of lifetime.
I just cant take a step further
The hill was too steep
The rock too slippery
Hardly any thing to hold on.
I scrambled on all my four
Dragged myself to the top
And stood there mesmerized
Spellbound and hypnotized
As the horizon unraveled.
Majestic mountains standing
Haughtily around me
A silence so deep
I felt I can touch it
No bird no beast was calling.
White clouds in deep blue sky
Were painting their own paintings
I stood there simply gawking
At that scene of lifetime.
The road
A dusty red road
Twisting and turning
Through the elegant trees
covered With multicoloured leaves
whispering and playing
in the soft autumn breeze
Playing and teasing the calm road
That lies still peacefully.
Who cares where it goes
Who cares what’s in the end
Right here is where its now
Right here is where it looks
As pretty as a beautiful painting
Both side lined by graceful trees
Shadow and sunlight painting a scene
As it lies stretched under blue canopy.
Twisting and turning
Through the elegant trees
covered With multicoloured leaves
whispering and playing
in the soft autumn breeze
Playing and teasing the calm road
That lies still peacefully.
Who cares where it goes
Who cares what’s in the end
Right here is where its now
Right here is where it looks
As pretty as a beautiful painting
Both side lined by graceful trees
Shadow and sunlight painting a scene
As it lies stretched under blue canopy.
Hide and seek
The queen of night sky
Playing hide and seek
With the sleepless souls
on a moonlit night.
She sometimes pulls
A veil of flimsy clouds
Upon her pretty face
sweetly hides her smile.
Sometimes she hides
Behind the curtains
Of darker clouds
And come out after a while.
Blessed are those mortal eyes
Who witnessed her playfulness
Tis A memory for the lifetime
In the heart to be treasured
Playing hide and seek
With the sleepless souls
on a moonlit night.
She sometimes pulls
A veil of flimsy clouds
Upon her pretty face
sweetly hides her smile.
Sometimes she hides
Behind the curtains
Of darker clouds
And come out after a while.
Blessed are those mortal eyes
Who witnessed her playfulness
Tis A memory for the lifetime
In the heart to be treasured
orange moon
Is it moon?
The silver white lady
Who lights up dark nights
Shining soft, bright?
Then tell me why
She is red as sun in dawn
burning in the night sky
Like the morning sun.
I really hope its her
Our nighttime friend
Its not the shining sun
Who has lost his way.
And have shown up
In the night time
Forgetting his way
Or the time of day.
Or he just wants to relax
Spare himself of toiling
And spread sometime swimming
In the dark night sea.
The silver white lady
Who lights up dark nights
Shining soft, bright?
Then tell me why
She is red as sun in dawn
burning in the night sky
Like the morning sun.
I really hope its her
Our nighttime friend
Its not the shining sun
Who has lost his way.
And have shown up
In the night time
Forgetting his way
Or the time of day.
Or he just wants to relax
Spare himself of toiling
And spread sometime swimming
In the dark night sea.
Sun and moon
Golden God Apollo rises up to the sky
On his seven horse chariot
Bidding sweet goodbye
To the beautiful ocean nymphs.
The Goddess of dark night
Silver moon waits
For him to come up
To bid him goodbye.
The ocean turns white
By the churning
of the steed’s legs
Waves come frothing to the shore.
The solitary beach watches
The greetings exchanged
Between two celestial bodies
Up in heaven above.
On his seven horse chariot
Bidding sweet goodbye
To the beautiful ocean nymphs.
The Goddess of dark night
Silver moon waits
For him to come up
To bid him goodbye.
The ocean turns white
By the churning
of the steed’s legs
Waves come frothing to the shore.
The solitary beach watches
The greetings exchanged
Between two celestial bodies
Up in heaven above.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Dawn and moon
Dawn has broken
Black sky has turned blue
Deepest shade of pure blue
Stars are twinkling softly.
Waiting for the sun to come
So they could rest for a while
Moon is still not sure
If she will return home.
Or wait and meet sun
To wish him goodbye
So she lingers in the sky
As birds sing, stars sparkle.
A beautiful silver maiden
Waiting for the Apollo
Soon he will show up
Riding his seven horse chariot.
Black sky has turned blue
Deepest shade of pure blue
Stars are twinkling softly.
Waiting for the sun to come
So they could rest for a while
Moon is still not sure
If she will return home.
Or wait and meet sun
To wish him goodbye
So she lingers in the sky
As birds sing, stars sparkle.
A beautiful silver maiden
Waiting for the Apollo
Soon he will show up
Riding his seven horse chariot.
Blue moon
A blue moon rises
From the depth of
Deep blue ocean
To meet me.
Has the moon turned blue?
Or is it reflecting the
Gorgeous blue ocean
Or this marble planet?
I wonder what has happened
To the silver white hue
Of the bright full moon
In this magical night.
May be the ocean nymphs
Have casted a spell on me
The moon is white as always
Only I can see its blue hue.
Or may be they have painted
The white moon to blue
To see how it will look
Just for a change.
From the depth of
Deep blue ocean
To meet me.
Has the moon turned blue?
Or is it reflecting the
Gorgeous blue ocean
Or this marble planet?
I wonder what has happened
To the silver white hue
Of the bright full moon
In this magical night.
May be the ocean nymphs
Have casted a spell on me
The moon is white as always
Only I can see its blue hue.
Or may be they have painted
The white moon to blue
To see how it will look
Just for a change.
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