soma-mukherjee
Indian
In the garden of my soul, / the poetries and proses, / which flow in my veins mingle / and spread happiness and hopefully inspiration. / Here in my courtyard / you will find humour, satire, / inspiring thought provoking poems / and short rhyming stories. / / You will find me in all my poetries, / for I live in them / every poem big or small, / free verse or rhyme / has come from a warm heart / which wishes you a happy reading, / may you find solace in every thing you read / and may every thing that you read / fill your soul with joy and wonderment.
I am fire i am ice
lil sugar more spice
few virtues few vice
in your want in your need
for your soul for your greed
But i am every thing you are not yet ready for
I am black i am white
i may kiss i may bite
screaming days squealing night
in your want in your need
for your soul for your greed
but i am every thing you are not yet ready for
I am drought i am rain
all the pleasures and some pain
make you smile drive you insane
in your want in your need
for your soul for your greed
but i am everything you are not yet ready for
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 3:06 AM UTC
lying on a beach soaking up the sun
and travelling between my future and my past
I think I spend too much time
Fighting the long gone years
cursing all those who hurt me
nursing soul scars
the sad bitter moments of my past taught me a lot
but I think I am ready
and all those moments need a proper burial
often on a road lost in my thoughts
I stumble upon some pebbles from way back
gather them and ponder over them for hours
not gaining from them anymore
but still just brooding over the never dying past
how will it go
oh how will it if i don’t let it leave
I think i am ready now
and all those moments need a proper burial
I will find a place and howl them out
vent those unhappy smokes
wash my soul, clear my heart
create space for new thoughts
forgiving and forgetting is not going to be easy
but I will have to learn to move on with what ever I have had
today I am sure
today I am ready
and all those moments will be given a proper burial
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 3:02 AM UTC
The day I was born
much before that
my death was scripted.
with the ink of that moment
my spark was bathed
And with death in my destiny
and all the experience gained
I was born one day
one look at life
and I forgot all that I brought
I will now not know till that moment
how close I am to my death today
if I could ask my soul
I would, of my death,
and she may even tell me
when and where
but it would be then
defeat of the purpose of life
And strain the love
life and death share
so till that day when I no longer breathe
I shall breathe and dream of life
and wonder if we can ever cheat death.
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 2:54 AM UTC
The king and the queen
And a few bleeding pawns
Fractured souls and bodies
The victors and the defeaters
Standing all alone
Wails deafening the cheers
Oh the game of chess
When played by Rooks*
What a mess.
Sep 13, 2011
Sep 13, 2011 at 12:57 AM UTC
Long long ago
In a faraway land
Lived a frog named
Mr. Stikitung Grand
Near a meander
In his little mud house
In rain you could hear him Croak,
Looking for a spouse
Rains came and went
But he never got a single mate
He tried every trick a frog could
Still no one fell for his bait
He would keep
Harnessing his vocals
Polishing his webbed digits and
Perfecting his focal
While his efforts were appreciated
And some found it cute
The girls still went out
With the true frogs, the slimy smooth
With Mr. Grand being so different
All warts and moles
Others wondered how
He would ever father tadpoles
Mr. Grand with his huge eyes
And big mouth could do very little
All these hurdles made Him
Too depressed and shittle
While there were uncertainties
Looming large on his life
Fellow amphibians were betting
On his chances of getting a wife
For termites said the caecilians
Calling others to join the hoot
For worms said salamander and
For cricket said the newt.
On the fateful day Mr. Grand got fed up
And was waiting to call it a night
When he heard a hiss
Loud enough to give him a fright
Hello said the snake why are you
In such a spiritual gloom
Come let us find out someone
Who can help you groom
Frog was surprised at snake’s kindness
And overwhelmed at his warmth
While his kinds were busy ridiculing him
Snakes words soothed him like a balm
At first he was cautious and
Kept a safe distance from the snake
But the snake kept saying he was hurt
That Mr. Grand still took his efforts as fake
I have nothing to lose thought Mr. Grand
And reached out for the help
Yum thought the snake and gulped Mr. Grand
Before he could think or yelp
Salamanders, newts, all of his fellow beings
Saw this but not a single tear was shed
Guess this comes with living a life
So cold blooded
There was a crocodile, who saw it all
Hidden behind a pier
Some say he was the only one who
Did shed some tears.
Aug 8, 2011
Aug 8, 2011 at 8:20 PM UTC
Just when I thought monsoons have finally arrived
To soak my parched soul with hope and love
It was all gone with the wind
Oh she is such a tease, the cloud
All her dark promises of heaven
All her soothing whispers
All the anticipation of thirst quenching showers
All blown away at the first caress of breeze
While the breeze and the cloud sway to the music
And flash their passion so candidly
I am left to sweat it out all alone
In my hot and humid shack
And While I thank God for all the free sauna
It wouldn’t hurt to have an occasional mud pack.
Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 11:57 PM UTC
Daddy Longlegs was sitting on his net and browsing through his past
He wanted to do something which would make him big pretty fast
He looked around and saw a fly buzzing around
Suddenly his brain was shaken by ideas abound
Hi said Daddy longlegs, it’s nice to see you miss fly
Do come to my web and give it a try
I am well aware of my ill reputation
That is why am sending you an open invitation
Bring in media if you still have some doubts
I hope it will douse your fears if you have them as scouts
Hesitant at first the fly still agreed to meet
She never knew a spider can be so generous and sweet
Fly was warned of spider’s ill intentions and of the agendas hidden
But isn’t there a charm in exploring the forbidden!
I will bring in some reporters said the confident fly
That should take care of the spider’s greed and make him shy
In front of a huge crowd fly stepped in on the web
Daddy longlegs grabbed the fly before she could ebb
Crunch munch he ate the fly in front of the crowd so huge
People were shocked but still stood like a stooge
Daddy longlegs was arrested later and sent to a jail
Where he wrote a book on life in prison and law being frail
The book generated lot of interest and became a best seller
It got lot of publicity as it was written by a spider so Heller
Daddy got pardoned as fly knowing all willingly fell in his trap
Hence it was declared a suicide and the case against him was scrapped
I guess dark is alluring as Daddy’s website has become quite a hit
But there are people who throng the site just for the silken threads and their steely grit.
Jul 29, 2011
Jul 29, 2011 at 12:31 AM UTC
A river
a beautiful mirror
once a free spirited clear sparkle
now a stagnant green and blue
gullible and naive she was
smiling warmth back at every leer
and sheltering all
the odds and evens
abused and left
look at her lust for life
for she still hopes for some
footsteps of love and care
to kiss life in her
and resurrect her dreams
the torn body still with
a soul alive
oh how hard she tried
to keep her wounds hidden
from the smirking eyes
but sometimes even the pride refuses
to hide the pain any more
And the breeze
she never makes any promises
she can't be customised
spreads tranquility and stench with equal
fervor
some old 'loyal' followers
still talk about her
often reminiscing the beauty she was
but then there are the things as should and could
often overpowering the done
Hope the sun shines before
she closes her eyes
Jul 23, 2011
Jul 23, 2011 at 9:28 AM UTC
There is a room in my house
a very special room
with a big window
it lets in fresh air
and filters the junk
not for myopic thoughts
but the window is kind and some say
they too have seen some sparkles
the window has a view to die for
a beautiful sunlit sky
cool breeze of contentment
fresh blossoming thoughts
and each colour of rainbow
spreading messages of love and harmony
the woods and her allies
are such great pals
invite me to every single birth
leaving me humbled every time
for I realise how small
yet important each entity is
the greens, the browns
I know them all by name
and the winged soul uncaged
floats in this world
I never ask for more
I never settle for less
I guess all my dreams
They taught me well…
Jul 21, 2011
Jul 21, 2011 at 8:47 AM UTC
Grandmother’s chest in the attic,
Waiting for someone to come near her
Ears strained to hear the known footsteps
Vision blurred with cobwebs, but her spirit is not
May be there is something for you in there may be not,
But how will you know if you don’t reach out to it?
A quilt and some handkerchiefs
A world of soft cotton and lace
Hope and warmth embroidered in each one
May be you will find solace in them may be not
But how will you know if you don’t embrace them?
Some old wrinkled and some neatly packed clothes
They have more deals and tales
Than any book or shop
The soothing whiff of love, comforting whispers
Maybe you will find them enlightening may be not
But how will you know if you don’t let them express?
At the corner of the chest are some old memories
Some letters gone yellow; some brown
Some old pictures; of a naughty little girl on a swing
Of a free spirited woman before and after her marriage
Oh! the beautiful carefree past and their echoes
Maybe you will find some mantra in them maybe not
But how will you know if you don’t ask?
Hope, love, warmth, inspiration and some surprises in store
The old neglected chest can be full all this and more
An old set of dentures desperate to share her story
An old eye glass full of wisdom
This may be your lucky day may be not
You may find something valuable, may be not
But how will you know....
Jul 18, 2011
Jul 18, 2011 at 7:17 AM UTC