Poem: Unwritten


“Our sweetest songs are those
that tell of saddest thoughts”
Our happiest stories are those
that remained unwritten.
You and I are that wonderful story,
like a movie script that never got filmed.
like that rumour going around, a clandestine affair,
a star couple that the fans rooted for,
but which never happened.
We remained unwritten. Continue reading “Poem: Unwritten”


The News Sucks And There’s a Femicide in Guatamela

Hello people. A confession, the staying off Facebook / Twitter didn’t really work. Social media platforms are no longer just places to share your thoughts but also to seek information and exchange ideas. This bit was missing when we first started blogging. Back then it was only about sharing. So that’s a learning from this experiment. But the sad part is that the news we are accessing on social media is like not even like .1% of the world. I looked up popular news website, NDTV, TOI, BBC, Guardian.co.UK and you know what i found? Everywhere there are only the same 3-4 … Continue reading The News Sucks And There’s a Femicide in Guatamela

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.

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[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.

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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 her over the stars…she had always known him over the galaxies. One day she heard a knock on her doors. There was standing an angel, carrying a message from him to her, a message that was lightened up by the glitz of those million star … Continue reading Yesterday’s dream and Tomorrow’s reality

[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 you laugh!   I am so cruel, you said, “What more do you want,” you asked when I said, “something is missing.” And you said I broke your heart, When I left before you woke up. Now driving down I feel, it’s a bit funny … Continue reading [Poem] So we broke up

[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.
All the emotions I feel are already made into songs,
this Floyd, that Cobain.

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[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 vulnerable soul. His hair brushing against my face, His feet against my feet, Lips against my lips, Fingers crisscrossed. Love this was not, A little more than lust may be, My few nights’ stand. Lost. Continue reading [Poem] Few Nights’ Stand

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.” Yeah what to do. Girls build hope. No matter what you say. You know what they think? They think, “Oh he is only saying like that, actually he himself doesn’t realise he is in love with me. But I would love him so much that … Continue reading On Random matters of the heart

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, oh those green valleys?   Bubbles! All bubbles all around you.   Splash! And there it went, the heart, dived in the hollow, which love she calls. Love you fool is a bubble, I say. A few sad poems is all that will stay. Continue reading Love song

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 rainbows, The sky above was blue ground beneath was green. She was walking, searching, The path became rough one day, the last stretch of grass was past she was still smiling and walking. This she knew, if she doesn’t find a post, the string would … Continue reading She was walking, searching

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 we’d make love. A small cluttered place it was. I couldn’t see anything. Couldn’t hear either. Could barely move, I curled up to fit in. Curled and shrunk was I, inside that cold dark silence. Outside, they were looking for me. “Where are you”, “come … Continue reading Savage Love

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 for you. Our D-Free wedding card catalogue. Wedding invitations that inform people far and near can be a powerful tool to give prominence to one’s concerns against dowry. A D-Free wedding card can be used in weddings that do not involve any dowry.   Launch … Continue reading Dowry Free Catalogue

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 can we seek.” Said her Aunt. She was 21 then. So, they never saw each other. She was confident, he’s another cruel man like father. Given the kind moustaches he adorns, Must be a political goon of the CPM. She was a romantic, though she didn’t … Continue reading Part III – It’s ‘Her’story not history

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 and fragile soul. School was finished empty stomach College she could never reach. Her dad won’t pay for her fees. She Regrets and repents, “Why didn’t I sell off the gold chain” “Why didn’t I steal.” Out of school, nowhere to go She felt, “this … Continue reading It’s ‘her’story, ain’t history

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 all, felt them all and yet she hasn’t grown a day older. She still is a 5 year old silly child. I scold her often for being the way she is, she gets annoyed and we end up having a fight. Our fights are real … Continue reading It’s ‘her’story, ain’t history


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 some one in mind, and he thinks I am kidding. Continue reading Drift

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 being scared of every nice thing around me. When the night comes I turn ugly to fight my fears and so I hurt them those who claim to be nice to me Continue reading When the night comes

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 unleash his rage, retribution be silently accepted by me never shall be able to bear your unforgiveness Forgive me Bajrasen – Forgive her, I could not Forgive my feeble mind my Lord My love was crying, My love was dying of shame of remorse. Alas! … Continue reading Bajrasen o Shyama

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 parameters of his woman. It all seems to be a long distant dream now of meeting someone, liking him, dating him for sometime, spend some nice quality time with him, get proposed by him, actually hear the words “I love you” in a real person’s … Continue reading Mirage this feeling

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? Shrieks absurd. Power gone You where? At absurdicity dear. Continue reading Absurd Poetry

Truth of my true stories

This post is from the past…, feelt it was a good para I worte so am just re posting it… ‘This is my truth’ was the theme of my blog. I started it coz there were, and still are, these times when I want to talk a lot about my life but no one to listen to…I thought I would share the bizarre truth of my life, which I think are stranger than fictions, but then where is the truth? What is my truth? What more is it than another sappy old story of love lost and heart break. Who … Continue reading Truth of my true stories


How sweet are you my ‘pain’, I fall in love with self every time you touch me. The way you hit my mind, dry up all the fluid in this body, And form a rock in my throat. You make me feel like a soldier When you crawl down that throat, And enter my heart. An orgasm is what I fell then. Come pain feel me in, Stay here make me feel, make me worthy make me beautiful I know Only you and me are real. Continue reading Pain…

The Sequel (to yesterday’s dream)

Let there be no sequel Life is so much better if there was no tomorrow, If there was no after and no before, If life could be just that The moment she was living her heart pounding, pulse rating higher, thinking “could this be him?” Dreaming of her dream again, hoping “this is him” Tomorrow, there is no dream Tomorrow she is suspicious and apprehensive, Tomorrow is truth, she knows bitter; Future was never faithful to her present. Continue reading The Sequel (to yesterday’s dream)

It rained today

Feelings Yesterday:- If I knew that was the last time, I would have at least hugged him closer and longer The search has come to an end not because she found it but because she has let it go, and its so much better now. No more worries, no pain no questions no answers, no hopes no expectations. Am I dressed properly? am I giving out the right message? Was I able to leave an impression? Is he going to call? should I call him? Does he like me? Are we ever gonna meet again? Stop asking, forget everything, Just … Continue reading It rained today

She is walking, searching…

She is walking, searching… She was a sweet little girl She had dreams in her starry eyes, song in her heart and a smile on her face. She had a big bright red gas balloon in her hands She was walking searching, Searching for a post where she could tie the strings of her oh-so-precious red balloon She has colors around her, rainbows, The sky above was blue the ground beneath green But The path became rough one day, she cross past the last strech of grass she was smiling This she knew, if she can’t find a post the … Continue reading She is walking, searching…

wheel marks of high speed thoughts

Poetic thought of the day You inspired me so I wrote a line, Together we sang the sweetest songs. You inspired me so I followed you, Together we climbed the highest mountain. Your smile inspired me (so i thought or was it something else) to paint you, together we became legends. You inspired me to shed my blood, together we built an army……………. Songs of the day “You and Me all we wanna be Lazy” – by Suede, Album – “Singles” “Superman (It’s not easy)” – by Five For Fighting, Album – America Town Quote of the day “A life … Continue reading wheel marks of high speed thoughts

Just another day

It was just another day at work My desk was not organized and My boss been acting like a jerk On my desk I see files piling hardly leaving any space For the coffee mug to be placed My copier isn’t fixed yet and My trash can overloaded. The guy from the street giving me all the bad news Of how the bull been hit by the bear The pack ran out of cigarettes and it aint a good time for a beer. Deadlines are always such a pain in the ass No matter how much I chase I seem … Continue reading Just another day

You Never Called

I had written this silly poem in school.   Gone are the days when my phone used to ring And a sweet caring voice used to touch a string in my heart As I would pick up the receiver and say ‘hello’ A face of an angel used to flash in front of my eyes As you would say ‘hello’ putting colors in my life My heart would start pounding and My soul will take a leap As you would take my name in a soft sensual and stammering way And as we build up a conversation I’d begin a journey with … Continue reading You Never Called

A Gift for my friend

A friend of mine is getting married next week, here’s a poem i wrote not for her, i wrote it two years back when another friend was getting married. I realized I have the same feelings towards this friend as well. Then I realized I have all my friends getting married one after the other. Then I realized I dont actually loose them as friends although at the verge of they getting married i and even they think the friendship is lost. At the dawn of you making a whole new world, With the man you chose a time so … Continue reading A Gift for my friend

I must be Happy

Presently I am looking for a new start. You’ve been a great person, So I am not all in tears. If you’ll catch me in couple of years You’ll See, My life is just the way it needs to be. Nice job, couple of kids and a man. Who can tell what is happy? Is it the good food or the movie, The car or the painting on your wall? Is it the kids playing in the backyard, Or their father who won’t let them fall? Well for me it’s the one who originally meant to be. But you know that’s … Continue reading I must be Happy

Some day again

Here’s some thing I wrote in my 26th summer. It was One bright sunny morning when I thought “its been long we called each other. Wonder what is he doing. Why didnt call me all these days? We spend such wonderful moments last christmas and then suddenly he disappeared. May be I should call.” So I called him and found out that the man on the otherside of the line was a married man. Some day, again in the middle of the night In my empty bed with my empty thoughts I will remember you, I know. ‘That is it … Continue reading Some day again