Biswajit Basu Poems
|1.||Verses On Our Universe||1/25/2013|
|3.||Verse That Could Not Be Worse||2/11/2013|
|4.||A Lifelong Illusion||2/27/2013|
|5.||A Bus Ride In Kolkata||2/27/2013|
|6.||Happiness In Poetry||2/27/2013|
|8.||Sailing Round Cape Horn||3/13/2013|
|9.||Cossipore & The Migress||3/13/2013|
|10.||The Hope Of Dawn||3/23/2013|
|14.||A Soldier's Wife||4/10/2013|
|18.||Early To Bed||3/16/2013|
|20.||Corridors Of My Mind||4/20/2013|
|22.||An Ode To Mediocrity||4/10/2013|
|23.||A Colleague Retires....||1/27/2013|
|25.||The Afghan Girl||4/3/2013|
|26.||The Colour Of Death||4/10/2013|
|27.||A Ship In Stormy Seas||9/17/2013|
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A Ship In Stormy Seas
The skies are as black, the winds wail a dirge,
The seas below roils in malevolent angry gray,
The bows of the ship yaw in a circular sway,
As it plunges to the bottom of the next rolling surge.
The heaving liquid mountains roll on in a metronomic run,
As the forlorn bow teeters trembling then falls into the fray,
Crashing back into the sea throwing up curving walls of spray,
Droplets in stormy winds glinting like diamonds in a fading sun
There is no pause as the waves roll on in relentless haste,
And suddenly the falling bow meets an angry rising ...
A Lifelong Illusion
I can still remember when I was about ten years of age,
I began to think of the world outside my childhood cage.
Science, art, beauty and people were taking on a new hue,
That was so distinctly different from a little boy's view.
As the years passed, the new adolescence in me,
Catalysed a feeling of loneliness that ruled my psyche.
In the inner recess of my brain, to satiate this trend,
I conjured up in my mind a virtual girlfriend.