bitter sweetness

sweetness
of chocolate
soft creamy delicious
with that little tinge of bitterness
extremes embrace to make life perfect
shadows of black and white dance
hand in hand together
love that bitter
sweetness

Power of Words

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Power of Words 19.08.10
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Words …. Weigh them
Perfectly.
Before you let them out
To meet the world.

They can thrill and kill
Ruin and rebuild
A life, a heart a soul
Their power – is intense.

More powerful than raging fire
Than a twisting, twirling storm
Or an ocean boiling in fury
A volcano erupting its suppressed wrath.

You control them- you are the king
They control you- you are pauper
Remember one thing before saying a thing
Sooner or later they come back to you.

After gathering all the dues
They sometimes grow big as a raging storm
Before they hit you back
To tear your world apart.

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Sweet and bitter 20.04.2010
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Sweet kind words
Don’t cost us a dime
Nor do cruel taunts
Do they cost us a thing?

Watch the difference
Of two free things
One brings smile
The other grimace.

Chose them with care
For it will decide
The colour with which
You will paint your world.

Think what will you like
Being surrounded by flowers
Or army of thorns
Waiting for their chance to prick.

Sharmishtha basu
19.08.10

peeping

If you have been ruthless and cruel
When the tides were with you
You should better not eavesdrop
When the tides are against you.

You should better not peep
Through the keyholes of those
You have crushed under your feet
When the spotlight was on you.

You may see unsavoury things
Things mirroring your face
Through their eyes
Their hateful, wronged eyes.

You should better not eavesdrop
A single word they are saying
You may hear the cruel truth
Spoken by those destroyed by you.

We all make mistakes,
Sometimes they are horrible
Its sane to not stalk those
you destroyed as insane.

King’s doll

How could he dare?
To call her doll of gold
A fake, a dead thing?
Now face the wrath
Of the mighty king.

All his men came running
To his tiny home
Swords shining and blazing
To tear down his small hut
How could he dare?

He knew the king was smitten
By his pretty little doll
How could he have guts?
To call her fake, a false?
That too clear and loud?

Now he should face
The fury of the king
His coming generations
Will remember this teaching
To never touch king’s doll.