CALL OF THE HEART

Endearing calls the heart.
With every symphony of the mind ,
As we look up the meaning of emotions,
that evoke from the luster of fantasies.

The nurturing adulation of the fondering wish,
Grasp the enticing gesture,
of a hidden transparent season of love
of an eclipsed moon ,
that sparkles at night ,
paving the way of pondering thought,
for every gallop of a reckless being.

Untouched , it recreates the fancies
when being asked to give away
the frivolous romance at a glance
in the name of a fighter who reprimands the act
Closure ......that it says to everyone presenting
the fortune of a beggar to the novice,
Who calls it Love .

Tanya Ghosh

Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL

 Holding your finger,
 I matched your steps ,
 I walked into this world.
 Remembering when i tried your shoes,
 I thought I've grown up .
 As whenever I fell down ,
 I looked up to you for support and protection.
 As i knew , you're the king of this world
 And i am the princess of your kingdom.
 As whenever I thought of my prince,
 I  try to find you in him .
 As you'll always be the first man in my life.
Now , when you are old
 I outstretch my hand to you to hold.
As it is my turn to walk you home.
'Cause my old man ,
You are my precious pearl ,
And I'll always be Daddy's little girl.

Tanya Ghosh

Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

THE WANDERER

Through the green
Through the woods,
From the ocean
to the seas.
In the bylane
to the streets.
Searching for the unknown 
to the familiar need.
Locked in the horns
in the devilish thorns.
If missed the wants
of the greater desire.
From the love to the lust
of the thursting fire.
If the dreams that speak
from the bold to the meek .
As the search begins
with a wreckning smile.
The wanderer keeps on searching
for a while.


Tanya Ghosh

Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

DESIRE

As we think of a wishful innocence ,
like a blooming flower dense.
A shining star that reigns
in the sands of time absolute dense.
Glimpse of the ardouring crowd ,
that applauds loud.
For every moment of glitter
that passes the time as cheater.
The love of an aspiration 
of the whole nation.
Thwart the feeling of a child
as a roaring ride.
Clasp the function of a mind,
the gesture that is hard to hide .
As the blossom of a dew ,
as the serene fresh and new.
To reach the high,
As I sigh.
The burning fire
of a strong desire.


Tanya Ghosh

Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

THE PASSION

Fire of emotions ,
that pave away
like the tender touch ,
A splash of water thrown on it
like a cool breezy air ,
to ignite it further ,
or the burning desire
that engulfs the thirst .
As it  heats up again ,
 till  it cools down further ....
 what is it , that transpires within ?
A current of thought ,
or , a chain of entanglement ?
Is that a withdrawn reaction ?
or been asked to give away .
The blow of imagination ;
when it ornaments the facts .
Its not the mirage ...
but its the reflection of oneself.
As when it breaks the mirror ,
Does it follow again ?
or its the neverending chase .
as the voice cuts in
and smile away
The passion never dies ,
even when the fire burns out .
As the jungle  on the travellers way ,
he can be lost but definitely finds his way .
what it demands to the nature ...
when looking at its last feather ..?
the fire is still on .....
just for the last breath ,
but still , the passion lives on .........


Tanya Ghosh

Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

THE DOOM

The lightening struck the land.
cloud cracked to pour water all over ,
the princess is wary of the thunder
and as she hussled back to the castle,
she stopped and stooped around.
The waves hit the rocks and break to the shore.
the thorns lit up the sky
stepping over them her feet bled.
the blood stains on the leaves ,
as the flowers watched in despair ,
their petals start to die off.
As they bloomed with her and doomed with her,
she gasped in her breath,
and try to reach up the bridge ,
to climb up the tower .
and the burning passion lit up the fire .
The thunderstorm roared it away .
The sound of the eclipse,
or gloom in her face,
hiding the moon,
The icy breeze that swayed her way in the wind,
As her dove white dress,
wrapped her around to make her fly like an angel ;
she turned and ran
as the doom callled her
she begged her feathers to take her to the wind.
she screamed to fly
but gave away her wings
and laid to rest ..


Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

THE BLOOMING BUD

Dew drops falling over ,

shining on the surface,

the freshness of the blossom ,

curled up and rolling down ,

glittering under the sun .

Every petal wishing to be bloomed,

hugging each other around .

Wondering at the bewildering journey ,

in a circle round.

The bloomed pink remembers 

its journey long back 

when it was wrapped up in a pack .

It eyes its neighbour ,

as the dress it wears .

It shows around in vanity .

It calls itself the dainty 

               The Blooming Bud.

Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh