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waves that became songs a collection of poems

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http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00WNZ63Z6

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Bengali Bloggers – Join me please!

sharmishtha basu:

Join me fellas! ASAP!

Originally posted on Bangla Katha O Blog:

Bengali bloggers or those who like Troy are learning Bengali join me here, please, if you blog using Bengali fonts, or have improvised something like me because Avro plays spoil-sport in your operating system please come and join me here, write something in Bengali, leave your link here, or join me in Thursday Posts in Bengali and leave your links there, I will read them, and I certainly have some time to leave comments too, will love to have the same from you too of-course!

I have been desperately searching bloggers who write in Bengali in WordPress and the result have been disappointing so… please start writing in Bengali and join me here, leave your links so at-least I can read.

waiting….

love.

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Hindi bloggers- please join me!

sharmishtha basu:

Join me peeps! please :)

Originally posted on Hindi Baaten:

Hey guys, if you are a blogger who writes in Hindi fonts (especially) and are looking for a dedicated reader (whose humble works are screaming for a reader too) PLEASE come and join me here!

I am a veteran blogger but have just recently started writing in Hindi and Bengali because I think this is the least we can do for our mother tongues (Bengali) and semi mother tongue (Hindi because I was born in Uttar Pradesh), write in them and share those writings to world so that they wont vanish from the world alphabets!

But to write one needs readers and if  you spend some time in my blog I assure you I will be doing the same, so join me here, leave your links, and join my Thursday Posts in Hindi to spread the wave, what do you think? say yes and join don’t fidget!

I will be…

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butterflies from life’s garden 3

http://www.createspace.com/5436716

http://www.amazon.com/dp/b00w6tgly2

ISBN-13:

978-1511743068

ISBN-10:

1511743069

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poem 3

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Beauty without love, chastity is in vain,

Heart without music and humility is a waste,

Eyes that can’t see light in darkness

Ears that can’t hear the silent strain

Soul without values, ethics, God’s love

These are all paper roses bright

Looking just like real roses but

Missing the scent, life and nectar.

25.05.09, Garia, Kolkata

170×170 day 19 19.5.15

THINK THE AUTHOR DESERVES TO CONTINUE? INSPIRE HER!

CHECKOUT MY BOOKS-

butterflies from life’s garden a collection of poems

http://www.createspace.com/5436716

http://www.amazon.com/dp/b00w6tgly2

https://www.amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu

Moments from the journey 3

http://www.createspace.com/5435178

http://www.amazon.com/dp/b00w5vidhe

ISBN-13:

978-1511731324

ISBN-10:

151173132X

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poem 3

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When do people get jealous?

Well it’s tough to answer

this question in a poem short!

For this feeling is as strong as dark sun.

Dark sun which casts black light

on everything beautiful and makes them gray.

Soon they all wither and die

if the real sun does not comes their way!

People will get jealous if you live in peace

they will get green to see your beauty;

They will seethe to see you loved, adored

almost everything can invite envy.

So remember a few things and be happy.

Every soul is beautiful which closed eyes can’t see.

You can’t make everyone happy, so just “be”

Be true, be kind, be patient you will see victory.

170×170 day 18 18.5.15

THINK THE AUTHOR DESERVES TO CONTINUE? INSPIRE HER!

CHECKOUT MY BOOKS-

moments from the journey a collection of poems

http://www.createspace.com/5435178

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00W5VIDHE

https://www.amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu

waves that became songs 10

https://www.createspace.com/5439616

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00WNZ63Z6

ISBN-13:

978-1511764957

ISBN-10:

1511764953

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POEM 10

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Social rules don’t work in jungles

jungle laws don’t work at home

doomed are those who act

without judging their location.

Heard the story of a tiny seed

born from a garden

brought up in wilderness

failing in mixing reality and stories.

It has seen its parents letting

week weeds grow aplenty

around their trunk knowing

gardener will come to clean.

He too allowed them to grow

then they started to suck him.

Finally they acted as his pyre

when the forest was in a raging fire.

9.06.09, Garia, Kolkata.

170×170 day 15 15.5.15

“There was a time when we mocked their beliefs!” the professor said, adjusting his tie to ease his neck. Perspiration was forming on the forehead of students and teachers alike. There was a ruckus going on in the college, two kids were caught kissing in the bushes, both were boys! Had one of them been girl things might not have become this tumulus … but what is reality is reality!

Majority of teachers were liberal, but the parents and quite a huge number of students were not. The professor was talking about tribals, the mural behind him had one in it.

“We mocked and taunted on their fondness of powers of nature, worshipping them, showing gratitude to them!” he said, “We destroyed their cultures. Then with time we realized how much spontaneous was their devotion, how deeper was their wisdom selfless was their thinking.”

“John Lennon sang in 19th century…Imagine no possession, I wonder if you can! Sioux Red Indians did not believe in material possessions, millenniums prior to that!”

THINK THE AUTHOR DESERVES TO CONTINUE? INSPIRE HER!

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melodies from moonlit nights a collection of poems

https://www.createspace.com/5441113

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00WTXA11O

https://www.amazon.com/author/sharmishthabasu

Melodies from moonlit nights 10

https://www.createspace.com/5441113

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00WTXA11O

ISBN-13:

978-1511775410

ISBN-10:

1511775416

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POEM 10

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Oh those beautiful days roaming in tamed garden

imagining it as fairy woods walking alone in mystic lands.

Yearning deep within to see just beyond the bush

a fairy perching gently on a red rose bud.

She won’t fly away from me will become my playmate,

when we will see each other how sweet will be my fate!

Thinking they are fairies who came in to search

things left behind in the garden whenever I saw fireflies.

Those days of innocent dreams maybe they are gone forever,

but the sweetness that they left are here forever to savor.

Happy were the rainy days blissful were the souls when clouds poured

then they were blessed in freezing winter and scorching summer noon.

29.09.09, Garia, Kolkata