THE PASSION

Fire of emotions ,
that pave away
like the tender touch ,
A splash of water thrown on it
like a cool breezy air ,
to ignite it further ,
or the burning desire
that engulfs the thirst .
As it  heats up again ,
 till  it cools down further ....
 what is it , that transpires within ?
A current of thought ,
or , a chain of entanglement ?
Is that a withdrawn reaction ?
or been asked to give away .
The blow of imagination ;
when it ornaments the facts .
Its not the mirage ...
but its the reflection of oneself.
As when it breaks the mirror ,
Does it follow again ?
or its the neverending chase .
as the voice cuts in
and smile away
The passion never dies ,
even when the fire burns out .
As the jungle  on the travellers way ,
he can be lost but definitely finds his way .
what it demands to the nature ...
when looking at its last feather ..?
the fire is still on .....
just for the last breath ,
but still , the passion lives on .........


Tanya Ghosh

Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

THE DOOM

The lightening struck the land.
cloud cracked to pour water all over ,
the princess is wary of the thunder
and as she hussled back to the castle,
she stopped and stooped around.
The waves hit the rocks and break to the shore.
the thorns lit up the sky
stepping over them her feet bled.
the blood stains on the leaves ,
as the flowers watched in despair ,
their petals start to die off.
As they bloomed with her and doomed with her,
she gasped in her breath,
and try to reach up the bridge ,
to climb up the tower .
and the burning passion lit up the fire .
The thunderstorm roared it away .
The sound of the eclipse,
or gloom in her face,
hiding the moon,
The icy breeze that swayed her way in the wind,
As her dove white dress,
wrapped her around to make her fly like an angel ;
she turned and ran
as the doom callled her
she begged her feathers to take her to the wind.
she screamed to fly
but gave away her wings
and laid to rest ..


Tanya Ghosh
Copyright ©2007 Tanya Ghosh

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

" 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