Saturday, May 19, 2007 by Indrajit
someone writes a song.
when the torrid winds ruffle your silken black hair,
when their blows dismantle your life to utter uncare,
and the blaze of The Fiend and her ilks rips your calm,
when the dusts of mundane trivias does your soul harm,
someone ,somewhere plays one tune churning all goodness,
Away from humans and you, in the orange sun's harness,
someone, writes a song for You..
When you wake in nightmares, fear writ on thy Hallowed face,
and beads of worryand diving despairs, to yopur way they race.
when gloomy clouds, follies those black eyes,in the dark you grope,
when days beckon to empty lands of trepids and no high hope,
you know, one soul, churns a tune of your enlightened life,
in solitude ,in the soothing sun,he sings to embrace your strife,
and he writes one song for You.
when you leave the childhood haven, with dripping sadnes and sighs,
and you feel pale and low, and your heart , not the Eye cries
when you scatter trail of unseen tears, and the Unspokens none hear,
when the cheers surpass the bride's deafening silence, allied with fear,
you know one soul tunes a trail of delights of many blesses and rainbow hue
all aloof, passing with the last faint of dusk, He's written his song for You.
Indrajit Ghosal
copyright(c)2007 indrajitghosal
when the torrid winds ruffle your silken black hair,
when their blows dismantle your life to utter uncare,
and the blaze of The Fiend and her ilks rips your calm,
when the dusts of mundane trivias does your soul harm,
someone ,somewhere plays one tune churning all goodness,
Away from humans and you, in the orange sun's harness,
someone, writes a song for You..
When you wake in nightmares, fear writ on thy Hallowed face,
and beads of worryand diving despairs, to yopur way they race.
when gloomy clouds, follies those black eyes,in the dark you grope,
when days beckon to empty lands of trepids and no high hope,
you know, one soul, churns a tune of your enlightened life,
in solitude ,in the soothing sun,he sings to embrace your strife,
and he writes one song for You.
when you leave the childhood haven, with dripping sadnes and sighs,
and you feel pale and low, and your heart , not the Eye cries
when you scatter trail of unseen tears, and the Unspokens none hear,
when the cheers surpass the bride's deafening silence, allied with fear,
you know one soul tunes a trail of delights of many blesses and rainbow hue
all aloof, passing with the last faint of dusk, He's written his song for You.
Indrajit Ghosal
copyright(c)2007 indrajitghosal
beautifully scribed song of hope!
beautiful :D
WOW!!!
nie analogies :)
Lovely song...
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...i wish i could write like you ..!!
likd the poem, the first two lines are striking in an unusual way and they set the tone.
beautiful..
awesome piece dude ..
very poetic.....
uplifting...:) and so indr like..:)
keep them tollin my little bro.. :) its a pleasur eto read what u write..:)
its a very picturesque piece, i could almost imagine the woman.....its a beautiful piece, was wishing someone wrote that for me!
keep rocking, i loved it....
A good one.. but u need to concentrate on the way u type though..keep writing :-)
Wonderful composition!
Lenghty but capable of holding the breathe of the reader(certainly if he's not too nonpoetic... lol)..
u know, i wrote a poem "when" with somewhat similar essence.. but now i find there r too many portions to worn on... so this again highlights the fact "junior-senior issue"... i guess u can remembr what i meant by it... lol...
Smile :)