lady of moon

have you seen her?
in the darkness of night
when wind falls asleep
moon silently spreads light.

in the darkness of night
she slips out of her prison
when wind falls asleep
she alights on moon, tears drop.

she slips out of her prison
when the world sleeps
she alights on moon, tears drop
shower down as the rays of moon.

When the world sleeps
her love for her lover
shower down as the rays of moon
sparkling in the darkness.

her love for her lover
resonate in his tears
sparkling in the darkness
crowning the ocean waves.

Sharmishtha basu
24.09.10

ego

No my love,
Its not your love
That wants to change me
To mould me completely.

Its your ego that’s talking
Your ego wants control
To twist and turn me
Around your little finger.

I love you its true my love
But my love is not blind
It is open as sky
It sees every thing and soaks.

It knows if I change
Bend myself, lie down in dust
You will still want to change me
Or, you will reject me.


Sharmishtha Basu
7.03.10

vengeance

wounded love
cheated or abused love
wounded pride
destroyed dignity
those sleepless nights
spent in bed
tossing around
chalking vengeance.

Sooner or later
If the cut is deep
They will seek out
A way to do it
Better not stir them
The dark feeling
Of vengeance
Evolving from crushed heart.

Sharmishtha basu
20.04.10

lost princess

The beautiful princess
Lost every thing
Her joy, hope, happiness
Her love too followed suit.

She was the apple of king’s eyes
Never saw her mom
She fell in love with a prince
And their marriage was on horizon.

Then she was told
She will not have him
For she did not had royal blood
She was a deserted, abandoned child.

She felt her world has ended
She ran away from the palace
Determined to end the life
Which has taken away her breath.

She was about to commit the sin
When she heard a voice sweet
Sweeter than the nightingales
Which sang to her in dawn.

“Don’t be sad my child
You don’t belong to human race
We lost you when you were born
And we found you at brink of death.”

She turned and saw two golden fairies
Standing right beside her
With the touch of their magic wands
Her own wings woke up from slumber.

Together they flew away to moon
To the land of endless joy
From the land of skepticism and scorn
To the home of the lost child.

Hounds of pain

Better not forget
Everyone has a right
To be happy, dignified,
Better not paint black
On the colours of life.

When you are in pain
Try to remember
Everyone has his share
Of torment and misery
No one is spared.

Don’t let your pain
Unleash the hounds
They have tied down
With great strength of soul
They may rip you apart too.

Sometimes our own pain
Numbs our whole being
And we forget the pain
Which others are going through,
And end up stirring that dead pyre.

Pain, grief, sorrow needs comfort
But try to make that helping hand
Help you stand up on your feet again
Just don’t make it bleed
And regret that it found, helped you.

forgiving

They say
Forgiveness is virtue
It proves that you are man
Your kindness is divine.

I wonder
Does a child forgives
The abuser who ripped him
Of his rightful innocence?

Or the mother
Who sees her own baby killed
Without any reason at all
Forgives the murderer.

Forgiving, is it that easy?
Or we just pretend?
Then why do we urge to write
Death sentences for terrorists?

We should be forgiving everyone
That’s how it should be
Or did I get the word wrong?
May that might be.

Handling grief

They say
Different people
Have different ways
Of handling grief.

Some keep shedding tears
Till that day
When last drop of tear
Has left their eyes.

They share their pain
With everyone
Talk about it repeatedly
Until it’s absolutely gone.

Some become mum
Don’t utter a word
Wait for the day
When the turmoil stops.

They share their pain
With none.
They keep it away from mind
And wait for it to fly away.

Did any one of them loved less?
Or was anyone’s pain lesser than other?
I guess not, I think not,
It’s just their own ways to douse the pain.

Death brushes by

A beautiful bird
Used to come
Every dawn
To sing a song
Sitting on the branch
It used to pour down
Its very soul in melody
Filling me up with peace.

It stopped coming
I thought it was gone
Away to some beautiful world
And is living there happily
Then someone told me
Its no longer around
Its soul has left its body
Gone away to most beautiful place.

Sadness enveloped my heart
Death brushed by me
Caught me unawares
A friend passing by
Asked about tears in eye
Could not say any thing
He did not even knew the bird
I could not spread my pain
To his happy, joyful heart.

Some sadness is for us only
They just cant be shared
We can only wait for time
To dry those unshed tears
To wipe out that touch of pain
From our heart and soul
And make us breathe easy
Bring back the joyfulness again.

tears

tears are not weakness
they don’t mean cowardice
they are the thawing
of the ice of pain.

The frozen ice of pain
Clasping around your soul
Melts down in tears
Let them easily flow.

sadness

sadness is a shadow
which should be met
with smiles and light
if you let it linger
too long in your heart
it will deepen
and become darkness
darkness of pain.

hideous beast

He was a hideous beast
With a battered soul
A ripped heart
Tormented mind.

Hated since birth
His mother fainted
When she saw him
His father deserted him.

Two uncaring hands
Picked him up from street
Left him at the cold door of orphanage
He was taken in that living hell.

Not a single day passed away
Without his being singed.
When he reached his youth
He was angry, bitter, and resentful.

She was a beautiful rose
Born without a gardener
Every hand reached out for her
She was always on the run for cover.

They stumbled into each other
The beast found his love
The rose found his gardener
A beautiful garden of love bloomed.

A beautiful fire glowed
Inside the dark coal
And inside the battered flower
A river of nectar flowed.

Two souls destined to be ruined
Found God inside each other
They embraced each other and lived
God proved again that She cares.

The well

Silver moon shining above
A soft, white mist rising
From the earth toward sky
A lonely rider galloping.

He has to reach the next town
Before tomorrow dawn
So he gallops away
While the whole world sleeps.

His throat is perched
His horse too seems drained
Suddenly he saw in distance
A well, a dream come true.

He galloped his horse toward it
Reached it and climbed down
He looked around for a bucket
But there were none.

Despaired he was about to climb back
When he heard a haunting song
Ringing in a voice oh so sweet
He searched and found a hut.

He reached the door and knocked
A beautiful woman opened the door
“Is it you my love? Are you back?”
He saw that she had not sight.

Beast within him woke up
He saw left and right
Seeing no one around
He entered the hut.

Next morning the villagers came
To get water from the well.
They saw a horse tied to the well,
Its rider lying dead a mile away.

They shook their head and sighed.
A blind girl lived there
With her loving husband
One night someone took advantage.

Of the hapless girl’s lost sight
And her husband’s absence.
They both were found in the well
By the villagers next day.

Every thirsty traveler
Is lured to that hut
Those who ask for bucket
Get one and travel away.

Those who forget humanity
Are found here lying
With body as cold as ice.
Without their soul within.

The return

His weary feet dragged
His wearier body
Towards the house
He once called home.

He stood in front of it
Under the full moon
Silver rays shining down
On a desolate ruin.

He climbed the steps of porch
The wood creaked under his feet
Weary by age and neglect
It protested his heavy weight.

he walked toward the door
where once she waited for him
every evening with a smile
when he returned from work.

Cobwebs tangling with his body
Bats swooping by
He entered the deserted house
That was once his home.

No one was there
The rooms were bare
None has been there
Since ages it seemed.

He leaned against the wall
Mournful like the house itself
Looking for traces
Which could take him to his love.

Then he heard a voice
Startled by it he turned to face
An old friend a neighbour,
Standing on the doorway.

“She waited for you right here,
While you chased mirage
We have laid her down
Under the oak tree there.”
“The tree under which you two
Loved each other and spent hours
Your names are still written
On its trunk, its branches shelter her.”

So tough to hate

Its really so tough for me to hate them,

tiny buds nipped away from stem

when they were not even properly born

snatched away to the land of hatred.

 

There the hymns of hatred are chanted

day in and day out to their ears

their souls are corrupted from the core

reaping all profits from their innocence.

 

They walk out of that living mortuary

carrying weapons of massive destruction

to kill and destroy and get killed…

Their teacher’s one and only instruction.

 

Being brought up by messengers of hatred

all they carry and know is bitter hatred

hatred for all, even their own blood

in their veins blood is replaced by hatred.

 

These brainwashed beings suddenly realize

they are surrounded by the same hatred

with which they were supposed to be destroying

innocent lives, their dreams and hopes.

 

The people who ignored their plight

while their life was being twisted to hell

stirred up when their life was threatened

woke up with the rage and fury of hell.

sita

remember that pure loving soul
who left her palace to toil
with her lover in wilderness
left riches and welcomed rags.

Then she sent her lover for a wild goose chase,
full of girlish innocence, seeking a golden deer
It was not meant to be found just like any bait,
every thing went just the way it was in her fate.

She ended up in claws of Ravan
Who tried to win her in vain
He lured her, tortured her,
terrorised her, imprisoned her.

in the dark forest of his greed
his temptresses and aides
tried to break her defense
corrupt her love but could not succeed.

then came the day her lover came to her side
she felt as if she was flying in the seventh sky
their eyes met and her heart was shattered
she saw darkness of suspicion not loving light.

all her love, sacrifice and self restrain
was scattered on the dust was just in vain
she was tested by fire, and earth, and pain
miracles could not prove the absence of stain.

then mother earth took her to her bossom
and swore in anger that she wont bloom
such a precious flower on this earth again
to be tortured by evil and scorned by men.

Distant star

You are forever here, but never here
You are like a distant burning star
Always burning in the night sky
Since the day I opened my eye.

Forever present, yet when I am sad,
I am alone,I feel uncared by all
cherished by none I reach out
for your touch, to feel you near
I only touch empty space and feel only air

Pain

Don’t play with your pain
sweet one its an all consuming
ruthless fire, which slowly
consumes the heart that lets it stay.

Stay more longer than it should.
once it makes its home in a heart
it slowly convinces its stay for ever
then its flames spread around.

It slowly consumes the entire being
turns a living, thriving life
into handful of ash and dust
Its raging flames never stop burning.

Don’t let it linger in your heart
either extinguish it with love
or just throw it out of your life
and move ahead, don’t look back.