Friday, January 2, 2009

" IS THAT YOU " ( journey of a woman )

I hear the soft steps around the barge.
Smiling sweetly with giggling sound.
Peeped through the door,
as I turned,
"Is that you?"

Looking through the school gate into a new world,
the fear of strangers in the heart.
Walking up the classroom & to the teacher,
you wanted to run to your mother's arms to feel protected ,
I wondered ,
"Is that you?"

Glowing & blushing with mischief in the hazel eyes,
You glanced into the mirror & thought ,"hey gorgeous".
With fancies & fairies, you wanted to fly to a dreamy world,
I fantasized ,
"Is that you?"

I hear the bells, the rush & excitement,
fluffing the bridal dress & orating.
I see the tears of joy & sorrow rolling down the blushing cheeks.
Turning your back, as you moved ahead,
I called,
"Is that you?"

The cradle is swinging.
With love and affection in the eyes, holding & caressing
A delicate baby in the arms,
as you looked at your own part,
I whispered,
"Is that you?"

Standing in front of a portrait of a blossomed family,
with a serene , pleasant smile.
I can sense the familiar soft steps around.
Peeped through the door,
And as I turned ,
I see through the aged hazel eyes ,
" Oh,That is you .

Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

Thursday, January 1, 2009


Standing alone on this stage,
I try to recall ,
as , when i used to sing like a cuckoo
for the million ears.
The grandeur admiration,
with the sound of applaud,
echoing through the walls of this theatre,
reminded me always ,
of my ardouring aspiration,
to be crowned to win million hearts.
But, I never felt like a queen.
As, I wanted to reign,
into one heart,
where there lived music,
from where born the notes
of the song for my voice,
for million ears.
And for million of years.

Still, I see you scribbling down
the notes on the blank pages.
Painting them with colors of emotions.
As, every word asked me for my voice,
I lend them benevolently,
just to search for
those special words I longed to hear.

For my uncomprehended music,
over the time.
There, I sang my last song,
where i found my rampant words,
out of a compassionate heart,
that never spoke.
But, the fading breaths,
rythmed the beats ,
of a new music of love.
For my last song
that i wished to sing for years.
As my eyes get filled with tears,
i feel your presence around.
And just as i felt your whisper in my ears,
my voice cracked
to the cry of my heart
as it called on to you.
There, i promise,
As, I shall live with this music
and wait until,
our souls reunite in the paradise of love
where i shall sing the last song for you.

Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh