Something suddenly woke me up last night The wind had come to sweep life away I asked, “what is it that you intend to take” It said, “all that you have as yours” Then, there was a new morning, and a changed life. Everything that was mine was gone. Except you, your memories. You, who … Continue reading [Poem] …
This is the 5th in the series of 'Search' (Part I - She Was Walking Searching, Part II - The Road has Come To And End, Part III Still Searching, Part IV She Became A Tree) Part V - A Mirror After the Tree A long drawn futile search ended when she became a tree. Who … Continue reading [Poem] A Mirror After The Tree
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 … Continue reading Poem: Unwritten
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.
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 … Continue reading Let a woman sing
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. On our nights I watched him … Continue reading [Poem] The poet failed me
And she became a tree Withered but wise, encompassing storm and rains, giving Shelter and shadow, Doesn’t move, nor cry speaks but can’t be heard her tears can’t be seen, pain can’t be felt, but she still has dreams within.
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.
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 … Continue reading Yesterday’s dream and Tomorrow’s reality
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 … Continue reading [Poem] So we broke up
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. … Continue reading [Poem] The road has come to an end
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 … Continue reading [Poem] Few Nights’ Stand
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
[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." … Continue reading On Random matters of the heart
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, … Continue reading Love song
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 … Continue reading She was walking, searching
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 … Continue reading Savage Love
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 … Continue reading Dowry Free Catalogue
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.
Originally uploaded by samyukta_basu Just there, where I want to be, is where I want to go Is what I can see.
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 - 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 … Continue reading Part III – It’s ‘Her’story not 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 … Continue reading 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 … Continue reading It’s ‘her’story, ain’t history
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 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 … Continue reading Drift
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 … Continue reading When the night comes
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 … Continue reading Bajrasen o Shyama
'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.
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 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 … Continue reading Mirage this feeling
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? … Continue reading Absurd Poetry
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 … 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. … Continue reading Pain…
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, … Continue reading The Sequel (to yesterday’s dream)
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 … Continue reading It rained today
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 … Continue reading She is walking, searching…
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 … Continue reading wheel marks of high speed thoughts
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 … Continue reading Just another day
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 … Continue reading You Never Called
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. … Continue reading A Gift for my friend
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 … Continue reading I must be Happy
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 … Continue reading Some day again