My Utopia- 1
( A world that waits to unfold)

Where men and women are admired akin,
And no bias on race and skin,
Where no foetuses ever burn,
and no girls fear the lurking unseen.

Where exists no religion,
where one bond of love reigns
Where no child is fate's cursed,
No elders to Old-age homes dispersed.

Where food of all colors,
are laid in lavish means,
where rich and poor none exist,
and all embrace the joyous dins.

Where past is not far away,
where one can repose in those lanes,
and come back from the sepia-times,
to Now and shape the morrow's miles.

Where Santa carries gifts for all,
where music speaks the mind sublime-
Where the kins are never parted
to be memories in the heart forlorn


Indrajit Ghosal.
copyright(c)2007indrajitghosal
Recollections--A Teen's Crush.

The untamed heart pranced in silhouettes of satin,
Opened the eyes with dreams floating in primeval preen-
Flied the real dins,peeped the Surreal, with his first muse,
A teeny-soul shrieked in whispers,sniffing love:fancied and footloose.

World and her morons faded miles in eternal oblivion,
For flawed springs of love entwined itself to it's new Scion,
He framed pictures in hazy happiness, and flickered in restless flame,
Nights forlorn witnessed innocent's jives, winds rustled praises for his Dame.

A castle he carved in the Sonatas of Time, in skies' of blue lagoon,
floating in oceans of Life,and cuddling with the half-buried moon.
No words the Scion uttered, the Heart had the many ripples to say,
He remorsed as the day of parting neared to his dismay.

Till one day, he faded with many words unsaid,
His little pieces of shattered heart met the fate,
Time stole the child away with his docile heart,
and a crush of a kid, later became a chuckle of a Bard.

Indrajit ghosal

copyright(c)2007indrajitghosal

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