Every time

Every time

Every time you will hit your brother
The blow will land on me.
Every time you will abuse your sister
You will abuse me.

I am their mother
They are my children
Just like you are mine
They too belong to me.

To have me first have them
To reach me come through them
To serve me pick them up from dust
Wash their pain, you will embrace me.

The moment you will hurt them
You will walk a step away from me,
Further and further you will walk away
With every pain you will cause them.

I am not apart from you or THEM
I am mingled in you and am outside you
You just can’t separate yourself or them
You all are a part of me and me of you.

Sharmishtha basu
16.08.10
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My glory 7.09.10

Oh my children!
Million times
I cried out
Why can’t you hear?

Is it me you seek?
Then love them all
All religions
Sing my songs.

They all sing
My praise my glory
How can I love you?
If you burn my glory!

Centuries through
My messengers said
These very words
Why do you forget?

Sharmishtha basu
7.09.10

Queen of spring

flower fairy

Her tiny wings white as dew
Flutter with joy
As she flies from flower to flower
Waking them up with her soft kisses.

Spending some time with each one
Just before flying off to the next
Her mornings are busy
Spreading joy, happiness and colours.

In the night she comes down
Swinging on the beams of moon
Her paintbrush and palette in hand
She softly wakes up the buds.

She happily paints them in multiple hues
Painting living dreams on petals
Then fills them up with fragrance
And sleeps with them for a while.

Sharmishtha basu
2.8.10
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Queen of spring 7.09.10

Hush behold her
Flying like butterfly
Flower to flower
Blessing them all.

Roses steal ruby hue
From her ruby lips
Violets borrow
Shades of her blue eyes.

Chariots of moonbeams
Carry her down here
Rays of sunbeam
Take her back home.

Fairy of flowers
Queen of spring
Comes down to earth
To scatter fragrant dreams.

Sharmishtha basu
7.09.10

The princess and the frog

Junior mister froggy
Was mommy’s pet
Mommy called him
“My darling prince.”
When he crooned
His froggy melodies
Mommy was always there
To applaud and cheer him.

With time he grew up
Became a big frog
Still he was mommy’s
Darling, her pet.
He went out for adventure
To slay dragons
To conquer lands
To win a princess for himself.

Soon he saw a princess
Playing by her fountain
He went up to her
“Kiss me, I am a prince.”
The princess saw a frog
Heard him going “Ribbit”
She ran away screaming
“Mommy mommy come quick!”

Our prince was undaunted
He followed her to her palace
Soon he found her out
Sitting in her room
He clambered up to the windowsill
“Kiss me now! Quick!”
The princess pushed him out, he hollered
“I will be back!”

Sharmishtha basu
22.08.10
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Musings 10.09.10

A pretty princess
Pretty as a picture.

Melodious as a lark
Fragrant as a rose

Won the fancy of a toad.

The toad asked for a kiss
The princess obliged.

He turned into a prince
They lived happily ever-after.

That’s what the story says.

What if he dint changed?
It has not been a fairytale.

Sharmishtha basu
10.09.10

spring

Snow melted
rivers thawed
turbulent torrents
rushing forth.

Flowers blooming
Bees buzzing
Butterflies
Smoothly gliding.

Earth arises
Stretches her limbs
Spring has come
Wake up my kids!

They all open their eyes
Birds, bees and flowers
Beauty unleashes herself
Earth transforms in heaven.

Colours scattered abundantly
Fragrant wind
Intoxicated and exhilarated
Trees dance in glee.



Sharmishtha basu

13.02.10

True love

Warmth of togetherness
Expressed in embraces
Tight and relaxed
Soft and hard.

Kisses exchanged
Sometimes quick
Sometimes slow
Taste lingers forever.

Nothing can compete it
Nothing can replace it
This warmth is created
Only by loving hearts.

Money cant buy it
Power cant yield it
Force cant win it
Only true love can have it.

Sharmishtha basu
13.02.10