Thursday, March 18, 2010

It’s you…again!

I pledge to find the clamour everyday
hoping to bury your voice there one day

One step I take, it throws me two steps back
I continue; sensing the challenge

I am still at ease, marching forth
wanting to embrace the clamour with force

In my mind, I hear it and I thank it
Knowing that this time I am not alone

Seems this clamour is getting closer to me
spotting that I am faltering with no hope

It promises to walk the distance for both
All it wants me to do is just hold it once

I open my eyes and stretch my hand to grab it
I find you right there so beautifully laughing at me

If it were words, I would forget
If it were silence, I would forgo

It is your voice; it is your presence
which my heart fails to write off

How do I still try? How do I still deny?
How do I still look for any other world?

The feel is real, the feel is profound
I can win over the lie; how do I win over the truth?

The clamour disappears, the mockery stops
The emptiness prevails, the numbness wins one more time!

Again it is you; again it is your voice
Again it is me, running miserably to escape it!


-DEEPALI S. BASUR, Co-founder & Chief Editor, www.ethinksharp.com

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Sacrosanct hero…

He wakes up every day with the same dream at heart
He does not know if it is a taboo for the world

He starts walking towards his dream
which seems as elusive as the true desire

Would he be detached from his dream?
Only if he were also a part of this world

He knows he has to follow it till end
for this illusion is about to unwind



He keeps walking on the same streets
He keeps breathing the same air

He is pure, he is real
He is too close to his soul

They pity him; they call him naïve
just to know that he is not a rebel

Naïve or rebel, he is alone
Why then it still scares to recognize him?

His dream is soon declared as a ‘jinx’
which is strong enough to reach the truth

No wonder; they are out to destroy him
They succeed miserably; they deny his existence

It is no more a dream for him
He knows now he has lived it to the bone

He is still pure; he is still real
He is still close to his soul…

- DEEPALI S. BASUR, Co-founder & Chief Editor, http://www.ethinksharp.com/.