Category Archives: poetry

[Poem] Still searching

A lifetime went by. Passion were in plenty. Heart skipped easy beats, love came handy. Sex came in packages, safety and pleasure guaranteed. A lifetime went by but that kiss on the forehead, that embrace, she never found again. And she still loves the man like a man loves a woman.

Sanjukta Basu, founder Samyukta Media at Goldman Sachs 10,000 Women certificate program at BIMTECH Greater Noida campus

Goldman Sachs 10,000 Women Entrepreneur – Cohort 17 the BIMTECH, Greater Noida batch

A very rigorous week of study just concluded at the BIMTECH campus, Greater Noida where 35 of us women entrepreneur were attending the 1st module of the Goldman Sachs 10,000 women scholarship. 10,000 Women is a 5 year initiative by Goldman Sachs, the leading global bank, to provide “business and management education to underserved female entrepreneurs in developing and emerging […]

Let a woman sing

Let a woman sing

Why don’t we have many such songs or poems? Why is there no female version of a love song like “Chaundvi ka Chaand” or “Chandan sa badan?” In Abhigyaana Shankuntalam Kalidasa wrote verses after verses in praise of Shakuntala’s physical beauty, which included vivid description of her bossom, waist, bust and other body parts of […]

[Poem] The poet failed me

I didn’t love him. I certainly didn’t, for if I did, there would be a poem for him. But I didn’t write a poem for him. I saw his pouted lips and wondered How would it feel to kiss them? But I didn’t have a song for his lips.

He is back

He is back, The rebel and the artist. He who loves to hate the most. “This fake world” He who is full of angst. “You phony people” He who is so beautiful. She, saw him coming. He, did not see her coming. And, he hates surprises.

Yesterday’s dream and Tomorrow’s reality

This is actually from the archives, published on this blog as two different posts sometime in Aug’05. I am making them into one piece of, something I call a fusion between prose and poetry, a propestry. Yesterday she dreamt she had finally found him. He lived in Mars and she in Venus…he had always seen […]

[Poem] So we broke up

You did everything, you said. “Got you the moon and the stars; Diamonds and the pearls.” Yeah and you even wrote me songs. I even wrote you songs! You did everything, you said. “Took you to Paris and Rome, holy Ganges and the great wall.” Yeah and you even made me laugh. I even made […]

[Poem] The road has come to an end

The road has come to an end. This is the end of the beginning, and this is the beginning of a new end. In this road nothing excites me anymore, nothing makes me happy, nothing makes me sad. I feel numb. Comfortably numb. Oh dammit did you see, in this road I lost my creativity. […]

[Poem] Few Nights’ Stand

A misty winter morning I rub the sleep off my eyes, pull the satin sheets on my naked skin, And roll over to find the warmth of my life. Here we are Two near strangers In each other’s embrace. The warmth of his breath around my fragile heart The strength of his arms Guarding my […]

[Poem] Awake

Sat morning, cup of Lemon tea, leftovers of last night’s dreams, a faceless lover who made me cry, his touch still lingering. I have woken up

On Random matters of the heart

[Moving on to what I usually write on this blog. I will keep updating the post on Hajra with new information.] A lot of my male friends often tell me, after having broken a girl’s heart, “I always told her there can be no future with me still she had built hope, what to do.” […]

Love song

Oh dear, oh that smile again.   Now don’t worry, hang on there, hold it tighter.   But I can’t, can’t control. It just won’t stay, my stupid heart, slipping away.    Don’t, you fool, head for a heartbreak, Don’t you remember how it aches.    Yes but that red rose, and that blue ribbon, […]

She was walking, searching

I wrote this poem some time in 2005. Reposting this again with some polishing. She was walking, searching, A little girl with a dream, a song, a smile and a bright red balloon. She was searching for a post, Where she could tie, the strings of her precious balloon. She had colors all around, Had […]

Savage Love

My love visited me last night Glad I am he did. “I missed you my love,” said I. Everything I ever had, I’d let them go. Of all the things let gone, it’s only my love that kept coming back. Last night he came again, took me in his arms, led me to the place […]

Dowry Free Catalogue

Catalogue for wedding cards. That’s right I came across this awesome series of wedding card designs on India Together.  Are you getting married soon or are arranging a marriage for your siblings or children and want to say no to dowry in an elegant and noticeable way? India Together has a simple and no-cost solution […]

Valentine Thought

  Even if I have accomplished everything in life, even if every reason to exist in this world ceases, I would still live, to see, how does it feels to get those roses, chocolates, gifts and wine from a valentine. wonder Just how long would that be.

Floating colors

Originally uploaded by samyukta_basu Just there, where I want to be, is where I want to go Is what I can see.

Sunset

Sunset Originally uploaded by samyukta_basu Faint is the light Dim is the hope Cold is my love Dead is my dream Yet I would stand For so long as river flows I would stand to see where do all the lovers go

Part III – It’s ‘Her’story not history

Part III – Marriage  She was taking typing classes, And looking for a job, when, a well wisher got a matrimonial alliance. “This guy at his 30, Central Government Clerk At Income tax department Good salary. Good catch I tell you”. Said he. “Yeah, this poor almost orphan child would get a shelter, What more […]

It’s ‘her’story, ain’t history

Part II : Childhood. Father failed. Married again. She was now the mother of her step mother. And her new born. Both were always ailing. So those were days of troubled childhood, Physical abuse by a cruel father, Brother grew up to join the naxals, Jailed for 2 years in kuddalore, came out a weak […]

It’s ‘her’story, ain’t history

Mom is cursed with this Chinese curse, “May you live in interesting times”. She has been living a life which only gets interesting by the day. From her childhood to this day Mom has been on a roller coaster ride. Pain, trauma, agony, ecstasy, freedom, laughter, frustration, win, loss, love, romance she has seen them […]

I hate Harry

You give a cold shoulder, cease to care. you do not answer   or return calls, sms, mails. You act rude, stay unmoved, You break heart, cause tears. All because   You were busy Reading Harry Potter? ——————————– If you just said this is not poetry…go ahead say it.

Drift

Drift The yacht on the horizon the last leaf the last ripple the flickering flame the last faded echo one last song, and drift bit by bit.   © Sanjukta ———————————- Kabhi Kabhi mere dil mein yeh Khayal aata hai Ke gar yeh khayal na hota to kaisa hota   Wrote these lines last night, with […]

water

Shilpa Shetty’s patriarchal mindset and Feminist Film Review – Water

This hype about Shilpa shetty is getting on my nerves. I read it somewhere, can’t remember the exact words but that Shilpa Shetty said, any man showing interest in her or wanting to date her should first seek her father’s permission Really, why Ms Shetty? Because you are your father’s property? Or would ‘chattel’ be the […]

When the night comes

When the nights come keep me away from you from everything that could lead me to you coz I would hurt you. When the nights come all my worst fears like victorious soldiers of the war drag me to the dance floor. When the night comes I find an uncanny pleasure in celebrating my fears […]

Bajrasen o Shyama

Did this translation long time back….just thought would re post it today. ————————- Shyama to Bajrasen – Forgive me my Love. What is the curse for the sin I did, Let the almighty bestow upon me You, forgive me My sin was not in thy Book, sinner I am in God’s feet There, God shall […]

Beautiful

‘You’ called me ‘beautiful’ surprised I turned my ugly face at you I looked up, I looked around, ‘They’ called me beautiful looking back at you, i could only find a smile you were gone I still collect the smiles.

birth of a smile

Two drops fell from her eyes Landed on a feather passing by Were carried to a place unknown touched an ailing soul and a smile was born

Mirage this feeling

Mirage, this feeling Beware, fight it Stop Look behind What did you get last time Remember Hope is a fool’s sweetest dream. I have been loosing all hopes of ever falling in love and having a relationship. It seems the two shall never meet, my parameters of what I want from a man and his […]

Absurd Poetry

Tried my hand at absurd poetry as a writing exercise on Caferati… Absurd? Yeah absurd Oh ok I thought absurd you’re so weird weird isn’t absurd Like I care Care is absurd Here, your paper Yes that’s absurd Pepper isn’t absurd Paper is absurd Knees hurt Pain absurd Getting cold Axe is here Hear something […]

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