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

THE SMILING TEARS

Hatched from a cocoon,

 emotions galore , 

flashed at a glance , 

face up the world , 

With every shining pearl like droplets , 

sparkled with the light .

Voice of the song from the heart,

kept inside ,

trying to scream and laugh at the same time.

But fate recalls ,

as they flashed a smile ,

hiding the grief ,

With a quirk ,

smiling gleefully .

The Smiling Tears.

Every drop sings its tune ,

with the symphony and melody of the pain .

As it feels like ,

a star shining in a lonely sky .

In despair , the tears sway away 

with the beat of the silence around.

As it projects the happiness wrapped 

in a shell of pain and tears .

With its ironical existence ,

they flashed a smile .

The Smiling Tears.

As it rolls down , 

wetting the cheeks,

it paints its stories off them.

As mercifully , it looks beyond 

And glanced for a moment 

at the world around.

As then , they flashed a smile .

The Smiling Tears.

Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh