Say those sweet words

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Say those sweet words 28.08.10
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Love is so dreamlike
It needs confirmation
Tis true the embrace speaks
Yet sometimes words
Do the rest of the magic.

They become the foundation
On which the castle is built
For words spoken out
Give the solid base of truth
Then they do sound sweet.

Even love birds whisper
In each others ears
When they are with mates
In a voice sweet, tender
So shalt thou!

Tell me the depth and intensity
With which you love me
Tell me that you will stay
Forever right beside me
Oh I do implore you – tell!


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Tell me 26.03.2010
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If you like me
Tell me
Tell me what’s in your mind.
Don’t hide.

No matter how deep my love is
It still will need your consent
It can’t express itself
Without your reciprocation.

It may stay alive within
But won’t show itself to you
Unless you open your heart
And spread your arms to greet.

Love really is like a bird
Clutch it, it will die,
Hold it too lightly it will fly
You just have to hold it right.


Sharmishtha basu
28.08.10

When love speaks

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When love speaks 26.08.10
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Love says so much
Without saying a word
It creates a heaven
In two blessed hearts.

Where words are lost
To be found in eyes
Where tongues get quiet
Eyes talk.

Warm embraces, soft kisses
Write paintings
Sing songs
Play sweetest symphonies.

The world hears nothing
They hear the world
In each other’s touch
In each other’s eyes.

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Spring is in the air 26.03.2010
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My head is on your shoulder
My eyes lost in dreams
Sometimes looking around me
Sometimes lost in you.

The small river runs by
Stumbling on rocks
Singing for us
Soft breeze kisses us.

Your fingers are busy
Plucking up wild daisies
Tucking them in my hair
I feel like spring fairy.

The spring is in the sky
The spring is in the air
But more than that
It is in you and me.

Sharmishtha basu
26.08.10

sitting on fence

People who think too much
Too long, before taking a step
often end up taking up
The wrong path or turn.

People who can’t say
What’s in their heart,
Either don’t have anything
Or it’s too feeble for a spark.

They say those who sit
Too long on the fence
Thinking and thinking
Which side they will take.

Often fall down in one
Which may not turn out to be
The one they wanted to be
But finally they do land in one.

Feelings and passion

Feelings are like wings
Wings of birds, butterflies
They soar but not to high
They know they belong to earth.

Passions are like meteors
Blazing, shooting high
They don’t care about anything
They want to kiss the seventh sky.

Soul and body

Kings court was packed
With eager eyed musicians
Waiting for their chance
To prove their excellence.

One by one they enchanted
Court full of audiences
Spellbound by their expertise
Mesmerized by their excellence.

The masters retreated one by one
Took their seats to hear
Others pour out their souls
With utmost perfection.

He came forward last
Eyes lowered, bowed his head
Folded his hands to everyone
Sat down with his lyre.

Music herself came down to earth
She danced around the court
Took each and every listener
To her heavenly home.

The audience just sat there
Spellbound, not even realizing
The musician has stopped playing
His head was resting on floor.

“Perfection is the body
Passion is the soul.”
“A perfect soul can survive sans body
A perfect body can’t survive sans soul.”

No one had any doubt, regrets
When the court musician was named
Every one stood up and applauded
While he stood there humbled and cheered.

Passion never dies

You can never kill
A passionate soul
As long as his body
Possesses his soul

He will resurrect
From every death
No matter how hard
You try to kill him.

He will paint
A marvelous painting
With all the shades
Of black and gray.

He will build
A castle of sand
To marvel at
Or bewitch you.

Or maybe dig a pond
Create an oasis
In the desert
You have banished him.

Passion never dies
It’s a bubbling brook
It will tear free
From each n every rock.

It knows only to fly
In the endless sky
It will never stay
In a choking cage.

Magic potion

Passion is the magic potion
God placed in your hand
Try it, before it’s too late
And you will see how it works.

Add some passion in your eyes
When you see the birds, the sky
When you see your kids, friends
When you see your office gate.

Add a little of it in your hands
When you clasp, shake another
Write a poem, type a letter
When you open the kitchen door.

Just a little drop of this potion
Will transform your dreary world
Into a world of fairy tales
This prescription has been tried well.

Different shades of passion

A beautiful flower
Opened her eyes
A butterfly glided by
Wanted just to touch her
To softly kiss her petals

A bee buzzed around her
Its tiny wings buzzing
In ecstasy of finding her
He wanted to have her
But not forever.

An artist tried to paint her.
His heart filled up with joy
His eyes filled up with dream
He wanted not her
He wanted to capture her beauty.

One lovely flower
Stirred so many passions
Passion to kiss her
Passion to have her
Passion to capture her charm.

Passion is……..

Passion is driving like lightning
Passion is relishing
A slow walk down the road
Enjoying every second.

Passion is dancing till you drop
Passion is dancing in the rain
Dancing slow waltz
While ecstasy runs in your vein.

Passion is eruption of volcanoes
And it is the glowing fire
In hearts and candles
In eyes, smiles and embraces.

Passion is to grab the brush
And create a masterpiece
Passion is to stand in awe
And soak its very soul.

Passionate living

I love to kiss the trees
And caress the flowers
Chase butterflies
Scare innocent birds
When I know
No one is there to see.

I love to soak myself
In sun, moon and rain
To lose myself
Without holding back
In the cascade of
Gold, crystal and silver.

I love to live
Live to love
Every thing in earth
Flowers, bees, fruits
None are deprived
Of my wholehearted love.

I cant dream of a life
Without passions
A life of
Stiff calculations
I will rather
Giggle till I die.

Life without passion

Tis passion
That makes us live
Not breathe
Through our live.

Its passion
That grabs the brush
And adds colours
To this life

Its passion
That laughs
At pain
And survives

Its passion
That picks up
Buckets of colours
And paints boredom.

Cant imagine a life
Without them
I would rather die
Without them.

A wild horse

It’s a wild, untamed horse
A gust of crazy wind
To ride it, have to tame it
Or else it will tame you.

What’s the fun?
in being a man
If you don’t ride
Wild horses?

If you don’t soak
The lashing of storm
Relish the blinding flash
Of gorgeous lightning?

Passion is life
Life is passion
You can rein it
Or it will rein.

Both ways you will live life
Without passion life is death
It’s just a parade
Of undead zombies.

Single and happy

Another pair of eyes
Looking at me with pity
A part of my heart fumes
The other half smiles.

She is someone who claims
Her life is ruined, destroyed
As she has fallen in the hands
Of a drunkard, a corrupt man.

She looks at me and says,
“We both are ruined, destroyed.”
“I fell in the hands of a beast.”
“You could not find any one for you.”

I firmly say to her,
“Sorry I can’t agree with you.”
“I didn’t find someone
for I didn’t wanted to.”

“You count yourself as destroyed”
“Think whatever suits you.”
“But please don’t try to think
I am because I am happier than most of you.”

“I live like a queen free and happy
I don’t have any chains around my body, soul,
Above all my spirit is free
So how can I think my life is a waste?”

“I do what I want to
I live the way I love to
I act the way I yearn to
So I certainly am not destroyed.”

“I wake up and sleep when I want to
I dress up the way I want
I eat what I want; I drink what I want,
I am the queen of my life- not exactly ruined.”

Chucky

Chucky got himself a bride
The gorgeous dame was hell’s pride
Now Chucky should have been proud
Happily living and enjoying life
He was not, he never wanted this bride.

He loved Barbie and she loved him
Then someone told her he was an evil doll
He comes to her in the night
And scares the living day light out of her.
Barbie checked if she was true-she was!

Barbie got the message from heaven –fled the scene
Left behind a ranting mad chucky
Cursing his heads off, planning revenge.
He instantly procured a bride for him,
Imported straight from hell, order-made.

In place of being happy with his lover
Spending his life in her loving arms
He chased the little squealer girl and Barbie
To punish Barbie for deserting him
To kill the little girl for exposing him.

In the night when the wind howls
All you can hear is hooting owls
No one around you seems awake
The whole world is sleeping in their bed,
If you hear some strange sound in street.

Open your window, or peek from behind curtain
See a tiny, dwarf balling his fist at sky
Cursing and screaming with froth in his mouth
That’s chucky, standing there, burning
While his lonely bride sleeps alone in bed.

Passion and love

Every thing is not fair in love
there is a control of conscience
on desire when it comes to love
but passion blows away conscience.

Passion is called dark emotion
and love is the feeling divine
feeling which fills up our soul
with light, happiness and bliss.

Love knows the difference between
fair, unfair, right and wrong
it is blessed with the vision
given to it by God, the divine.

Passion is the earthly passion
it looks and acts almost like love
but is too different again
they are like the body and shadow.

Passion consumes love delivers
passion is dark love is light
one fills the heart with light
other blinds the vision and heart.

Love lifts the heart above
opens the gate of heaven.
Passion longs to own lover
tries to paint the earth.

Love betrayed turns to God
passion turns to devil.
One forgives and forgets
the other destroys the lover.

Written on: 5.05.09

Your choice

In this world of vibrant colours and symphony

don’t think that you can avoid evil and sin

bitterness will reach your tongue alongside honey 

you will get sour grapes in this grapevine.

 

Pick up the sweetest fruits to offer to your mother

gather the most beautiful flowers to adorn her

make your body, heart and soul her loving home

that will be your bit to serve your creator.

 

Once you change yourself to love, beauty, truth, harmony

these beauties will radiate from you as softest symphony

not a single soul near you will be deprived from this bliss

the world will turn into a heaven for you, an adorable journey. 

 

Being in love with god, her creations and her children

will give you the spirit to move ahead in life’s journey

strength to help weaks to cover the path along with you

sweetness to relish the stay in this beautiful heaven.

When you loved me

When you loved me with all your heart

I was too confused from where’ll I start

You mistook my shyness for disinterest

Walked away from me before I could protest.

 

Then miles came between us

Now that we have met again

I just want you to know

I was yours then and now.

 

Please don’t walk away again

Stay with me till our live end

I want to walk with you the walk

I want you beside me till the end.

 

I wont let you walk away this time

Without letting you know

What is in my mind and soul

There may never be another time.

The return

He came back home
Laid down his bloody sword
Wiped it clean of the blood
Which it has gathered in the war.

Where will he wipe the soul
Which has gathered the agony
Of hearing the last mournful cry
Of warriors and not warriors.

salvation

They try to walk the path
which Buddha and christ walked
with a soul of normal being
and face hurdles on every turn.

They try to detach themselves
from anger, greed and ego
to love everyone, every soul.
Forgetting ego, anger and pain.

Soon their ego surfaces
overcoming unconditional love
then they try to show off love
hiding anger and hurt with sweetness.

They try to be the meek lamb
but soon their real self awakes
and they realize they are wearing mask
and presume everyone else is doing same.

They say, Budhdha, Christ and the prophet
they all heard calls from God
which gave them that immense self control
to wear a crown of thorn, yet love.

And they say God knows very well
the strength of her children
and she charters their path
just according to that strength.

We confuse ourselves by not being us
by trying to mimic the thing we love
or copy the thing we envy
which always ends up in hurt.

The heavens laughed

Once there was an innocent lass
full of beauty, love and grace
for some reasons known only to heaven
the cruel eyes of a vile soul she won.

He started to spend hours after hour
gloating her innocent charm in stealth
the lass dwelled in her own innocent
dream world full of fairies and flowers

one dark day his dark claws
shot forward and plucked her
from that land of sunshine
to his land of dark, ugly lust.

There he took away her light, air and beauty
dressed her up in dark, ugly colours of lust
proudly boasted that none other will love you
ever again, now that i am done with you.

Be mine or perish, the girl laughed on him
her laughter ringed in every corner of his
dark castle, the heavens laughed back on this,
it opened, and his dark, cold castle became warm.

A chariot of light came down with the sun
it took away the object of his lust from his claws
took her far away from his greedy, lusty sight
to the land where she belonged, the land of sun.