changing colours

changing colours of festivals
early memories
when festival meant celebration
happiness, fun, new dresses
gifts, crackers and treats
waiting all the year
for the hand-counted minutes.

slowly enjoyment takes backseat
spiritualism seeps in
crackers are replaced by hymns
fun, cheer and laughter watches
while deep sense of peace wins

then comes those days
when only the sense of well being
company of divine reins
all other feelings simmer down
festival becomes union with divine.

a satisfied soul sits with a smile
watches others enjoying things it did.


Sharmishtha basu
27.12.10

dancing on waves

life is such a fun
if you can grasp it
roller coaster ride
if you can hold it.

if you can grasp it
its depth becomes shallow
your soul lights up
its ebony black hollow

its depth becomes shallow
its waves become tame
you ride on them easily
like a dolphin or whale

its waves become tame
it unravels its glory
you write your story
in its rushing waves.

it unravels its glory
your soul is mesmerized
no time for being sorry
you live dancing on waves.

Sharmishtha basu
24.09.10

Wings of glory

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Wings of glory 19.08.10

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Some yearn to fly
To kiss the deep blue sky
Some succeed
In touching the divine high
Those who are left behind
Sometimes shrug, sometimes fret
It’s just the human nature
Not much to worry or regret
When you are blessed
Blessed a bit too much.

Beyond the limit of everyone else.
Be prepared for envy
Be prepared for treachery
Malice, hatred or fury
They are just like winds
That pull you down to earth
Don’t let them scare you
Ride on them with a laughing soul
For they will come again and again
As long as you will fly, kiss the sky.

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Wings 24.03.2010
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Those who have wings
will meet these
wingless creatures
who yearn to fly
but can’t fly
reasons too many
lack of wings
or weak wings.

Don’t let their fears
Scare you.
Don’t let their jokes
Daunt you.
They may envy or hate
Mock, ridicule or curse
But they can’t stop you
So just fly and kiss sky.


Sharmishtha basu
19.08.10

little miss

“No I don’t want that one
I want the red one
Not the green one
Please mama the red one for me.”

I heard a voice as sweet
As a nightingale
And turned to see
The tiny miss nagging.

How sweet is their world.
They live in true bliss
Mama and papa are there
To pamper little miss.

To doll her up and play
To make each and every day
Her laughter and baby talks
Are music to their ear.

A cute world for a princess
Full of love and pure bliss
That’s how it should be
For every little miss.

Childhood days

Those long walks together
Sometimes running
Sometimes strolling
A gang of five siblings
Out to explore the world
Two yappy dogs
Unleashed and free
Chasing rabbits and birds
Jumping like crazy
Ignoring the shouting kids.

Garden full of flowers, bees
Butterflies soaring like dream
Flocks of birds and parrots
Sometimes a dancing peacock
Right in your courtyard
Spreading its gorgeous plumes
The velvety, red velvet bugs
Filling up the trees
Soft as velvet red as cherry
Treasures for the little kids.

happiness

happiness is a butterfly
soft, graceful, fragile
to be watched
not to be held
it will stay as per
its own will
just enjoy its presence
it will fly away
to fly back in another form.

He

He came into my dreams
I never invited him
he came on his own
and stayed with me.

Though it was only
in the land of dreams
but he filled my days
with the lingering sweet.

He sat beside me in my dream
held my hands softly
his lips never talked
his eyes talked endlessly.

Eyes burning with passion
igniting my heart and soul
hands soft and firm
promising to stay forever.