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Is that a withdrawn reaction ?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