THE CANVAS

Paints and colors splashing on
With every stroke of brush
Foretelling a story.
As the blank projector opens its heart
For the curves and crunches
Of the characters,
That gets to life
There, stands still,
The Canvas

For the applauding hands
And the admiring eyes,
For the piece of art
As for the creator
Projecting the strings of emotions
With waves of colors,
That the appreciating audience sees…
There stands still,
The Canvas

Sometimes, for a lost love,
Throwing the grief in every portrait.
Sometimes, for a dreamer
Recreating magic of fantasies,
As he fancies his art.
Sometimes, the nature lover,
Portraying the beauty of this world.
But, with every changing brush
And with every different story,
There stands still,
The Canvas.

Wondering alone,
As it thinks about its existence,
It smiles to the
Ecstatic eyes for the
Cindering creation,
As who gets the glory,
For the sparkling art.
But, if someone remembers,
There stands still,
The Canvas

Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

THE WEB OF LIFE

“The Woods Are Lovely , Dark & Deep
But I have Promises To Keep.
And Miles To Go Before I Sleep
And Miles To Go Before I Sleep!”

As rightly said by Robert Frost , the journey of life is as complex as a spider web and as simple as water. Also , it is as alluring as a twilight zone or horizon and also can be as distractive & dull as a donkey’s leap. It can be as fresh & juicy as a fruit and also can as dry as a desert . We have to complete this journey through hurdles & blossoms and that is a long way to go.

The refreshing innocence of a new blooming flower is bright as well as
extensively tender that needs care and protection to get nurtured. This is
reflected in a new born child that is unaffected by the harsh and rough storms
of life.
The age of innocence or the golden years can be depicted as the days of fantasies and wishes. As the introduction to the external world begins ,the philosophies and fantasies reshape themselves. The half survived innocence and the wild desires lead to a complex understanding of relationships , surroundings and life that brings a sand storm in this bewildering journey that distracts one from the original path. The cause of this vulnerability is the sudden exposure from a protected oyster , nurturing the precious pearl to a rough & dry barny or thorny world . The developing & nourishing high desires to fly up the sky and conquer the heights , of this unaware chic from its nest can destine it to an unknown danger . But the glamorous freedom and high expectations fade away the harsh realities .

This is a never ending process of transition which prevails all through this
journey of life . One learns all through this everlasting tour of life , but assures
himself to be the master of this game & confines himself into a well , covered
with vague pictures of his surroundings . The pillars of his wrong assumptions
about this illusionary world is destroyed only when he affronts with a naked
truth that until then was coveted with false implications.

I do think sometimes ,that what a strange wonder of life this is ,that the deep desiring freedom in a person’s life , lies in the days of sheltered childhood that otherwise are passed assuming as the days of imprisonment or in cage with no freedom to fly up the sky , with a nourishing dream to grow up to be old enough to live life in your own terms . Whereas , instead , after growing up , the freedom is lost in real sense , as , adulthood comes in a package with an illusionary coating of freeness , anchored with the chains of complexities of life & an everlasting struggle to survive.

A person , who frees himself from all the chains & forwards himself through this web of distraction & the alluring darkness , moulds himself and then barges out of all the hurdles , uninterrupted is a real WINNER.

Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

ETERNITY

Life that exists later on! Can we feel Death?

Sometimes , standing in front of a picture window, how small can one feel looking at the vast , infinite sky , how magnificent its aura , that brings out the inferiority in oneself.
Standing at the edge of a skyscraper, benevolently feeling the anchor beholding, hindering to fly.
It is like deceiving oneself, to illumine to be free and victorious in the fabricated gaudy picture.
How hard it is, to convince the obdurate mind to comprehend the nemesis of every living soul that the ransacking victory can only be achieved after the devout death .
One’s only sycophant is life that confines oneself to fear to infringe the set rules and distracts by compelling one to emulate with the other.
The occult mystery could only be soluted by overcoming the ordeal, and knowing the real truth, that life begins only when the pious death embraces life.
It is just a Quack with a gruesome shield.


By -- Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

A WISH

A Wish to live the life.
A Wish to be more sharper than knife.
A Wish to go beyond the horizon.
A Wish to be like the sun risen.
A Wish which can be fulfilled.
A Wish in my heart filled.
A Wish to end the sorrows .
A Wish to remove the morose.
A Wish to cheer everyone.
A Wish to bring the fun.
A Wish to be free.
A Wish to be more erect like a tree.
A Wish to be more closer to life , with bright lights all around.
This is a keen search which will end when found……………..!

-- Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

THE ANGEL TOUCH

With closed eyes,
docile framed
in a new world,
tenderly moving
in the wraps,
Vulnerable and soft,
the pink palms
trying to hold on
to someone
unknown, yet known,
and, there she felt
The Angel Touch.


When, she flashed her
eyes to look around,
she searched for someone
known in the faces
of the strangers.
But, as lost as she
cried to reach out to her,
with a failed search,
sobbing, she fell asleep
and went to the world of dreams.
Where, there, she felt
The Angel Touch.


Cuddling with the dolls ,
Making the mud houses ,
Playing around the garden ,
Running out the barge ,
As , she fell down and got hurt ,
she wept.
But , got magically healed ,
as she felt ,
The Angel Touch


With every step ,
her heart skipping a beat,
Sweating under her veil ,
With every dubious thought
in her mind ,
As she walked down the aisle ,
she closed her eyes and
prayed for support.
And there she felt
The Angel Touch.


Living a bloomed life,
she is weak and feeble,
Beaten with the bush of time.
Witnessing the uncertain tides,
And sailing with the waves of life,
she was never alone.
Beginning her journey,
she felt like a lonely traveler,
but with every station,
she had a companion,
known yet unknown.
And, now, when she
closes her eyes,
she wants to go to sleep
cuddled in her lap,
which she longed to do for years.
And then, she again feels
The Angel Touch.



-- Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

WINGS OF FREEDOM

Over the days
I watch the vast sky
from the corner of the courtyard.
I try to recall,
the last I spread my wings
and go beyond the horizon.
There, in this golden cage,
I longed to feel the flight of freedom.
The shades of seasons go pass by.
Untouched, they kiss me bye.
The little boy wonders,
as he tries me to train
I want to feel the first shower of rain.
As the sun melted down, he came running home.
And, as he looked at my eyes,
I said, “I shall rest where there lies my nest".
As he felt my pain, he opened the door.
With a soft whisper, he let me go where I belong
As, once shall I again feel my wings of freedom.
To the vast sky, towards the horizon.


Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh