Saturday, May 21, 2011


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

Tuesday, May 10, 2011


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