I stare at the burnt soul
And try to feel it intensely,
I can see the shabby ashes,as well as
The Phoenix ; lying devastatingly.
Oh ! It can't rise again,
Because,it can't fly so high !
As, it holds another view,
Where,flying is worse than to die.
It belongs to winter,
And summer is far away from it,
O bird ! how stubborn you are !
You fixed your heart to commit.
"Don;t call yourself a Phoenix,
If you don't arise again..."
-But you admit even this insult,
As you don't want to gain.
You believed that you're tired of being Keats's bird,
As well as Shelley's...
And now you want to live or die for yourself only,
Oh ! you are so selfish !!
You think you are different,
And you believe,you're still not 'known',
So,that your shrill voice doesn't utter 'Chorus Hymeneal' or 'triumphant chant',
But just wants to mourn.
Don't know,if you're gone forever,
Or, you're still alive
But be sure that,
Your burnt soul cannot again thrive.
Be unnamed,
Or, be unknown,
But don't follow the way,
Which was 'wrongly shown'.
- Shinjana Das
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
A Reflection
It is not the first time,
That I've felt your beauty.
But this time,I've found myself
in your bosom.
This tranquil deity is taking me
to another world.
I wonder,that though I was reluctant
to go through...
But still it is impossible
to deny you completely.
Today,you've poured your blessings on us.
But should I enjoy or be upset?
It seems,
That though a veil of secrecy
is made around,
But you can sympathize and
mourn for me.
Now I should be shrouded again...
In spite of the tumult inside,
This peaceful ambiance has been enjoyed by me
But,you've never got rid of us since so long.
O , dear don't be so beautiful,
That we get a reason to kill you.
I know how poison comes in the form of drug.
Don't be so great
to bear this all.
But be a little shrewd
to pay us back.
It may sound cruel,
But I know you are innocent.
Better I'd wish your delight,
Instead of taking attempt to molest you through praises.
[Shinjana Das is a poet of the modern age.The poem A Reflection was written in June,2010,a few months after of her return from Pelling.It is recorded that she visited Pelling in South Sikkim with her family in the end of April,2010.Unlike her early poems, A Reflection is about mother-nature,though a fine indication is created towards some personal expriences through the lines.This is a free-verse poem.]
That I've felt your beauty.
But this time,I've found myself
in your bosom.
This tranquil deity is taking me
to another world.
I wonder,that though I was reluctant
to go through...
But still it is impossible
to deny you completely.
Today,you've poured your blessings on us.
But should I enjoy or be upset?
It seems,
That though a veil of secrecy
is made around,
But you can sympathize and
mourn for me.
Now I should be shrouded again...
In spite of the tumult inside,
This peaceful ambiance has been enjoyed by me
But,you've never got rid of us since so long.
O , dear don't be so beautiful,
That we get a reason to kill you.
I know how poison comes in the form of drug.
Don't be so great
to bear this all.
But be a little shrewd
to pay us back.
It may sound cruel,
But I know you are innocent.
Better I'd wish your delight,
Instead of taking attempt to molest you through praises.
[Shinjana Das is a poet of the modern age.The poem A Reflection was written in June,2010,a few months after of her return from Pelling.It is recorded that she visited Pelling in South Sikkim with her family in the end of April,2010.Unlike her early poems, A Reflection is about mother-nature,though a fine indication is created towards some personal expriences through the lines.This is a free-verse poem.]
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