" 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

THE LAST SONG

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

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