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