Sunday, June 28, 2009


‘I rove…languid, dozy
This forenoon.
On the deserted brae
As I versify my feelings.
Not a place to go,
No zest,
Futile is time,
Yet more vain is I.
Malaise, grip me not!!
A complete defeat…
Flicking through I see
Hopes to vanquish
Dead to the hilt
Am I culpable? Inasmuch as
Fain I had done so?
But understand,
I was besotted..
Impelled indeed,
Wheedling I couldn’t shun
(I’m not a Utopian, after all)
Unknown to reality
None to forbid
How I rue today!!
I cajole myself
Anon I shall forego
Betake my own way
Repose in happiness.
Prove wrong your world.
I hope it is venial’, said she,
‘My mistake.’

Copyright © 2009 Bhaswati

Wednesday, June 24, 2009


Verily for too short a time
Here are we. In this
World so artificial.
Trying to cater for attaining
Bliss heavenly.
Never too certain of the ways.
Comes a day when we want
To move downstream
Or else, better,
Leave this all behind us;
Too tired to move,
Verve left no more.
With vacuous face returning home
Of the days’ hard work, so weary.
(Such happy but still)
None knows for sure
Beyond the veil what lays
But still we know
For all our deeds, there
He pays. Us or we?
We are starkly sure,
True peace there we’ll learn
And want to pass the valve
Never to return.

Copyright © 2009 Bhaswati

Friday, June 19, 2009

A Godsent Blessing

Woven with a thin thread of trust,
Filling the lacuna of the lonely heart,
Sea of elation it endows
And supplants sadness with joys.
Solves the enigma of grief.
Opens the crest of happiness buried
At the core of the ocean of loneliness.
Hidden treasures it unveils.
Fulfills the paramount needs.
Wants scattered all over are brought
Within the loop of fulfillment
Rectifies all congestion
Transcends selflessness for,
Caring not for what ensues.
Is driven by the unique ideal
To give joys and share sorrows
Does all tacitly for.
Readily cries for a smile to receive.
For, smilingly dies.

Copyright © 2009 Bhaswati

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Wednesday, June 17, 2009


You used to sit there at the dinette
Expecting her to do all the tedious jobs.
Was she so opaque? Or was it that
You were too blind to see her sobs?
With a vacuous face you looked at her.
She was like a Lilliputian to you:
Any precious job unable to shoulder.
But she wanted; and desire in her grew.
New facet of her you started to see.
You shuddered. You looked at her new
And inexhaustible mine of energy.
It looked fictitious to you.
Not just a second wind that
Life has sent her way.
All her aspirations now dawned on her
And she too today holds sway.
There emerged a new hope from the dark;
Set between history and mystery;
The old though not eclipsed, but
It was surely a novelty.
It was so untoward that you tried
To mock her in the crowd.
Your certitudes crushed completely.
But you too had to accept the change.
Making a space for herself now
In a world you once ruled.
And wishes gravitating to her
And sure that she will succeed
To one day receive her due.

Copyright © 2009 Bhaswati

Saturday, June 13, 2009


Sitting pensively here,
Looking up to the solitary altar,
I can feel the pertinent aroma:
The time so serene;
Teem with godsent tranquility.
Much intrinsic to the place
Seems to perfume the aura.
I offer you my reverence-
To the lone which bestows
Palpable calmness easing all fears,
Tarnishing doubts from mind.
Acting as a nova in this somber existence.
Offering placidity to lives.
Adorning feelings with goodness.
I savour the realm of innate peace here,
Endowing me with all I desire.
The satisfaction pulls me hither incessantly.
As though under some magic charm
I cannot ever shun the calls.
So I’m here again today.
Too poor to offer anything,
I extend this ode….

Copyright © 2009 Bhaswati