"Eternal Sonatas..."

a song for me-

A song for me i heard, far away it seemed,
While in your wombs mother, soft blessed hymn,
A naive desire for unborn glory,your chords echoed,
A prayer for an unripe story, silkened and slowed.

Mother once more-May I hear the voice pristine?
wombs beckon mother, bring me home, to your aureolar sheen..

A song for me I heard,A lullaby from a nearby land,
Granny cradled me, the soothened touch of her hand.
Entwined her fingers in mine, shadowed the kins of sorrows,
weaved dreams for her son's brightened, clear morrows.

Sit by me, May I rest my head holding your apron strings?
And I sleep with my fairy's sight,as sonatas of my bliss she sings..
granny once more,show me the brightest star yonder-
Where you promised one day, shiningly you would appear..

Indrajit ghosal
Copyright(c)indrajitghosal2007

A Child-Widow.


Draped in colors of sombre white,
Sits clueless the small widow-child.
Losing her colors with one oldie's death,
maneless , a childhood maimed by fate.

"A Widow is a sinner, A sinner" said the Men,
versed in vedas, Brahmins the most sane-
"rip her from masses, a bad omen she is
Let the outcast dwell in widow's shanties"
"Worse than Death, a cursed shadow on the human clan,
Or die sati purified,and pray to be born again as A man"

"With the patters of rain, her legs shan't thrill to dance.
And she be fed twice, a spartan meals glance"
they said, "with His death , her desires must die,
half dead ye, talk in hushed tone , thou mustn't forget".

She would learn soon, when she would grow,
she's dwarfed forever, by men and their feigned show.
The norms denies a widow to love or emote-
tainted life , a forced loser, lifeless her thirsty soul floats.

Playground that's devoid of rainbow hues and greens,
For she wears the color of decayed and pitied weans,
one color unbetrayed remains the orange sun's flashes,
unrealized songs manyflew off in red with the ashes.
unsung-
unlamented-


Indrajit Ghosal
Copyright(c)indrajitghosal 2007

A wait for his Lollipop Lady

( A lollipop-lady is a person whose job is to help children/child , cross a busy road, on their
way to and fro from school, by holding up a sign on a stick telling traffic to "Stop").

Come soon please, O lollipop lady!
one toddler waits for guide,
worried eyes stared at the busy paths,
while cabs ,whooshed alongside.

blank-stared child lost his way,
stood lonely in shivers of dismay,
scared he felt to venture alone,
to reach home, amid lanes unknown.

little boy turned to gloom,
gloomy looked the dusk around,
others all paced to reach home,
pearls of tears to his eyes surround.

"God, send her please"-so the child prayed,
granny waited at home with many foods laid
the buzzing noise and crowded dins, "Oh,how long to wait?'
and the eyes looked faraway, from where the twilights fade.

I apologise for the abrupt ending here.

Indrajit ghosal
copyright(c)2007indrajitghosal

Smile-- A Nonet

Lit the faint feel in twilights mellow,
Wade past all glooms in dazzling show,
Spring forever ripens heart,
golden moments behold,
everlasting glow,
radiance unfolds,
Sepia,
once more,
Smile..

Tears--A Nonet

"Where thou lost O elusive? Appear.
ye dried or shying to sear,
Hear thy plea, O please let go,
Heavy heart ,seeketh thy flow,
Chastise, unburden,
sorrows, pent-ups,
I command
Tears
Flow"

A nonet is never done to bring out the contrasts of emotions.These are two different Nonets.

NONET:
A nonet has nine lines. The first line has 9 syllables, the second line 8 syllables, the third line 7 syllables, etc... until line nine finishes with 1 syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.
Syllable Counting of the Write;-
line 1 - 9 syllables Where/ thou/ lost/ O/e/lu/sive/ Ap/pear.
line 2 - 8 syllables Ye/ dried/ or /shy/ing /to/ se/ar
line 3 - 7 syllables Hear/ my/ plea, O /please /let/ go
line 4 - 6 syllables Heavy /heart ,seek/eth /thy /flow
line 5 - 5 syllables Chas/tise un/bur/den
line 6 - 4 syllables so/rrows/ pent/ups,
line 7 - 3 syllables I/ com/mand
line 8 - 2 syllables te/ars
line 9 - 1 syllable Flow.

Indrajit ghosal
Copyright(c)2007indrajitghosal