For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is “Sketches, Images, and Impressions”
The sketch
Those deep, dark eyes,
Soaked in mystery
Gazing back at us
A little sparkle
in each perfect iris.
Tight curls toppling down
As your finger rests
Lazily on the flute
Held close to your heart
I ache to read your thoughts.
Sharmishtha basu
22.05.11
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is “Fortresses, Castles, Palaces and Royal houses”
Long forgotten love story
A portrait of melancholy
Sandstone fortress on hill
Crumbling structure
Studded all over the small hill
Like long forgotten love story
Sharmishtha basu
16.05.11
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is “dream, colours and rainbows”
One day I will reach that land!
Full of colours, dreams!
I will cross the rainbow bridge
To the end of never ending bliss.
Wait! I think I already made it!
Let me look around to confirm it!
That beautiful flower, sweet fruit,
Mellifluous strain of sparrow’s tweet.
Well I think I am already there,
I think now I see that rainbow bridge
The bridge that I crossed on the way
In the sky after rains sometimes.
Glad that I made it before I knew,
Let me love and cherish the view
That this planet has bestowed on me
Before I have to cross another bridge.
Sharmishtha basu
8.05.11
Poetry Potluck is held by a group of poets with extraordinary talent. Their venue on cyberspace is: http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com/
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is “Doubts, fears, inhibitions and hesitations”
“Don’t go out!”
The soft voice inside me said,
In a persistent tone,
You can never know what’s out there!
“You can’t fight it!”
It insisted
“Just admit the truth!”
It firmly repeated.
I stopped for while,
Fear over took me,
Doubt raised its head,
Hesitation won the moment.
Then a voice within sang,
Soft, sweet and firm,
“Shed all silly fear, hesitation,
“Naïve doubts and inhibitions!”
“Go out and embrace life!”
“No matter what meets you!
Success or failure!
In the end, you will win!”
That voice was true,
It made me a person
Complete and full
Without any regret.
Sharmishtha basu
1.05.11
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is “These are a few of my favourite things”
My soul feels beauty
It fills up the world
Overlaps the brims
Pours down my being
Its music.
Beauty surrounds me
Softly touches my eyes
Tantalizes my senses
Overwhelms me
Art takes form.
Nightingale sings
Her beautiful voice
Gently hums in my soul
My soul hums with it,
I hear poetry.
Beauty sways like waves,
Or the branches in storm,
Earth reaching out for sky,
Breaking chains for freedom,
Soul dances in joy.
Sharmishtha basu
25.4.11
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is “These are a few of my favourite things”
A cloud like God’s messenger,
covering the scorching sun,
a sudden smile of sun
after hours of pouring rain.
A sudden symphony of birds,
right outside my window
at the break of dawn
filling up my sheer being.
A warm clasp of hand on my hand,
a letter waiting on my desk,
a soft, creamy chocolate,
a beautiful, happy song.
A book that touches my soul,
a cozy, comfy chair by window,
that looks out at luscious green,
or a garden full of flowers.
happiness is scattered in so many forms,
makes it impossible to shortlist few,
the earth, the life in its various hues,
let me start the list by these.
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is “evolution, environment and survival”
out of nothing important we came into existence,
nature matched and mixed and gave us our place,
out of zero we came into our being,
we made a beautiful place for us,
but we forgot our debt to our mother,
if we are planning to leave this planet
we should leave it unchanged
leave it in the form it was bestowed on us.
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is “photographs, memories and nostalgia”
the snap
a tiny girl in shaved head,
smiling in a shy way,
rigid body, staring hard
at the object called camera.
A beautiful boy beside her,
his head full of unruly hair,
casually looking at someone else
most probably his father.
the memory of that photograph
brings a smile on my lips,
oh yes that shaved girl was me,
it reminds me the child’s innocence.
That’s one of the sweetest snaps,
a snap I don’t possess sadly
that’s the only nostalgia about it,
every thing else is sweet.
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is trips, travels and vacation
lottery trip
“honk honk!!” the horn called out,
I jumped out of bed,
the silver white bus was waiting,
right outside my window.
Two elves, beautiful, graceful,
greeted me as they seated me,
right beside the window
was my soft, velvety seat.
The bus had no roof, or glass one,
I could see the dazzling stars
as it headed straight for moon,
on my “lottery” vacation.
“We will land in moon in a minute,
please fasten your seatbelts.”
chimed out a sweet voice
as we prepared to descend.
“Please don’t collect any thing,
don’t pluck flowers, fruits,
they will turn to dust
when you will return to earth.”
The voice on the intercom
softly gave us all directions
before the doors opened
and we descended on moon.”
We returned early in the morn,
after spending the night,
with beautiful fairies, graceful elves,
trees of silver with golden leaves.
Rivers of sapphire ran through moon,
losing itself in an emerald see,
fairies swung from star to star,
sprinkling us with magic shower.
sweetest fruits and nectar was served,
for our regal lunch and dinner,
they hugged and kissed us goodbye,
that fragrance still in soul lingers.
Sharmishtha basu
22.3.11
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is Lies, deception and misrepresentation
misrepresentation
he called it vengeance,
an action to mete out justice,
to punish a wrong-doer,
for the evils he has done.
it was all lie, deception,
a cunning misrepresentation,
never for once he admitted,
he was punishing an innocent.
Under the façade of justice,
a greedy family looking for throne,
hounded and destroyed an innocent,
telling everyone his blood is bad.
“His father was a tyrant!”
“he ruined us, stripped us off our soul!”
It was truly sad no one saw through
that grimy tale of misrepresentation.
Sharmishtha basu
22.3.11
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is Food, drinks and indulgences
Real master
a lazy life full of fun,
servants thronged around me,
at a snap of finger
or batting of eyelash
they present themselves
with all my whim and fancy
food, drink, indulgences and more.
is material life truly that precious?
then why do people smile and love?
even when they have no today, tomorrow?
how can they smile and have fun?
I believe its our mind that decides
what makes us happy and complete,
our body is not the decision maker at all.
So to have true life and joy
we should first reckon the real master.
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is Idols, Role models and Mentors
light path
idols are to woo
role models are to follow
mentors light path
Sharmishtha basu
6.3.11
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is “Cartoon, sci-fi and super powers”
the world was quiet
I asleep
my comics book on the desk
started to flutter on its own
I jumped out of bed
ran to the door- could not move it
even an inch.
the pages stopped
Flash Gordon stepped out
five inches tall
looked straight at me
he zapped his gun
I ducked for cover
Lo! I was not his target!
A scary alien
dropped dead from the place
above my curtains
his hiding den.
Flash flashed a smile at me
holstered his gun
stepped back in the book.
I ran to the desk
there he was
a figure in colour
staring back at me
I rubbed my eyes hard, nudged him
he did not moved an inch
disappointed, I went back to bed.
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For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is love, bond and relationships
love, bond and relationships
how dreary and bleak
lifeless and dark
this planet throbbing with life
will be for a lonely heart.
a lonely soul dragging alone
without a hand to hold his
no shoulder for his weary head
no lap where he could rest a bit.
love and its bonding is life
not inhaling and exhaling
that bond, that relationship
call it whatever you want is all.
without them life is not worth living
it can take any cloak for you
the core is only pure love
let it wear the garb of family or friends.
it’s the love inside those hearts
that’s the thing that matters
treasures of the universe and wider
are nothing in front of empress love.
Sharmishtha basu
11.2.11
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is “Aim, goal and ….”
aim and life
aim in life, goal and achievements
the mantra chanted to every ear
till the time of disillusionments
catch up and grasp their ear.
it sounds so cute set your aim, goal
as if its as easy as an apple
hanging in your very own apple tree
standing fruit laden in your orchard.
life is not a garden of fruit and flowers
where you can pick up your choice
with the ease of a hungry small child
life is not a garden of Eden to satisfy you.
Life is an ocean, our lives are but boats
it takes more than desire and grit to reach shore
we all start rowing with our own intentions
some dreams, some hopes and aspirations.
Then the ocean plays its own games
without any warning or decency
and our boat goes crazy dancing with us aboard
so…. we should just row with eagerness to reach.
And if the naughty ocean rips apart our boat
pulls us to its waves, tossing and turning
we should try to swim as far as we can
may be we can get a lift, or swim to the shore.
Sharmishtha basu
7.2.11
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is “Peace, Relaxation and Spirituality”
let there be peace 29.12.11
soft calm water spreading
just like a crystal sheet
from your feet to horizon
where it kisses the blue….
oh that sweet breeze
that blows across it
first kissing its calm self
then spreading that to you.
don’t pick up that pebble
it means nothing
that gesture can be shunned
that impulse is easy to control.
think how it will distort
this crystal clarity to muddy
don’t give in to that imp
let peace rule all around us.
Sharmishtha basu
29 .1.11
This is just adding my small voice to the others chanting the same words “Let there be peace- all around us”.
Imagine a life, when we will live in a society where natural pain will occur but no pain will occur because of human cruelty, violence.
Oh how I look forward to that society- lets work toward it.
After all, we make the society. Lets all hold each other’s hand and just like Jamie (http://musingbymoonlight.com/) said in her blog “be peace”.
Check out this lovely post and lets all join her-
http://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2011/01/17/would-you-blog-for-peace/
For Poetry Potluck @ http://jinglepoetry.blogspot.com the theme this week is “Rules and regulations”
wild wind blows free 26.10.10
Tags: poem, poems, poetries, poetry, peace, fantasy, writings, feelings, thoughts, sharmishtha (trisha) basu, sharmishtha basu, wind, wild wind, happy, free, river, waterfall, city, ocean, villages
wild wind gushes
wild and free happily
don’t try to stop
let her blow freely.
she does not exists
in confinement of walls
her very being resists
Suffocation of boundary walls.
let her dance all around us
spread her spontaneous vivacity
across the ocean and nations
across the villages and city.
let her dance with the trees
let her waltz with mountain high
swirl and tug the veil of waterfalls
tease the daisies and roses shy.
Sharmishtha basu
10. 11. 10
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This week it is: Languages, Signs, and Symbols!
Tags: poem, poems, poetries, poetry, writings, feelings, thoughts, sharmishtha (trisha) basu, sharmishtha basu, musings, ponderings, Rispetto, gypsy, sign, symbol, language, poetry potluck, Amanda, kavita, jingle
she sat in a trance so serene
her hazel eyes reading me
the gypsy lady made a sign
towards the next chair for me
her language was not known to me
she drew a symbol just for me
on the table with a small chalk red
her fingers painted words unsaid.
Sharmishtha basu
17 .1.11
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There is one thing I will like to share with the writers of this blog, for some mysterious reason it does not allows comments on certain days. I visit quite a lot of Blogspot blogs, but only this blog is causing problem, like some other of my favourite blogs did in past. William has solved this problem completely for good but viola and Shakira (if she is still around) have not (I stopped trying after trying for more than three months).
This week Poetry Pot Luck’s theme is Road Ahead.
Road ahead (a triolet)
road is what it takes us home
across the vales, mounts and sea
or it is the endless dream in which we roam
when we want to run away from home.
away from the confinement of the home
our eyes and feet chase whatever they see
our hearts like wanderer roam
and our soul dance with endless glee.
Sharmishtha basu
10.1.11
