I want to be

The little girl looked at me
her eyes lost in thought
her sweet face became thoughtful.

“What will I be?”
her eyes looked so wistful,
the little girl looked at me

“Oh so many things I want to be!”
she smiled with a tiny dimple,
her sweet face became thoughtful.

“Some times I want to be a bee.”
her eyes were sparkling and playful,
the little girl looked at me.

“Sometimes I just want to be me!”
she cooed softly like a turtle.
her sweet face became thoughtful.

“Then sometimes I don’t want to be me!”
I want to be huge and strong like a bull,
the little girl looked at me
her sweet face became thoughtful.

poem and me

an outlet of emotions
whirling inside my heart
in oh so many visions
myriad hues of passions
its poetry that unchains
that fluttering bird of art
it softly removes its chain
lets it fly out to your heart.

pearly pegasus

oh pearly white equine
sweet pegasus from land of dreams
here to show me beyond dreams
the pathway to land divine.
Where sweet golden moon shine
faeries dance holding arm
moon gets drunk by their charm
mermaids swim up to sing a song
nymphs rhythm their lyres with song
soul gets drunk from sight divine

sharmishtha basu
6.1.11

dreams

In my mind you are vibrant
full of texture and life
just like a pretty butterfly
or a singing meadow lark.

I grab my pen, paintbrush
try to capture your beauty
suddenly you lose dimension
the life factor vanishes.

Sharmishtha basu
17.11.10

Hope and dreams

Those hands reaching out
At you with so much love
Have been hurt so many times
Treat them nice.

Those eyes looking at you
Have seen so many
Fake promises
Be true to them.

Those lips
Chanting your name
Have been mocked
Too many times.

It’s sometimes easy
To ascend the throne
Becomes impossible
To stay there.

Hope you can feel
That love, hope and yearning
Laid down by common men
On the steps to your coronation.



Sharmishtha basu
16.09.10
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tread softly

tread softly
They are hearts
treat them
with dignity
Don’t push away
Those reaching arms
These are the one
that weaved the silky robe
that paved the path
and made that throne
for your coronation

Sharmishtha basu
17.09.10

Sleeping seed

Promises, hopes and dreams
Tightly bundled within
Covered by a hard shell
Sleeps in the fertile womb

Green leaves slowly make way
As soil parts to let them
To see the golden sunshine
To kiss rain, wind and sunrays.

They reach out for the golden sun
Their bodies getting tough every day
Hopes and dreams sprout as leaves
Branches spread out everywhere.

Flowers bloom, fruits ripe
Birds build nest, beasts feast
Who would have imagined
A tight kernel holding a dream divine!

Dreams-what are they?

Some times they come to tease
Make us do the things
Which we yearn to do in real world
But just cant seem to do.

Some times they come to us
As if bearing some warning
For some thing bad coming
From some unknown guardian.

Who are they, what are they?
Sometimes I truly wonder
Specially when I look back
And realize their real worth.

The way they sometimes tried
To show me my sleeping pain
And sometimes they seemed to warn
About the dark days to be met.

dreams

what are they really?
Message from God?
Spirits, souls or mind asleep?
Or are they hidden desires?

We meet them every night
Have been doing the same
Ever since the day born
Still we don’t know them.

Some mysteries stay with us
For centuries and generations
Still they stay mysteries
Human wisdom fails to grasp them.

I wonder if we will ever capture
The mystery lying behind dreams
Or shall they just tease and run
Like they do every night now?

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.