TANNI BOSE

TANNI BOSE

Sorrow

A deserted maiden laments on the meadow,

When enquired, I say “she is sorrow”.

Abandoned all alone, no hopes to receive a friend,

Passer-by glance at her and she mourns in pain.

Sorrow and happiness on a fine morn,

Sat by the lake and debated- they say.

Of greatness, power and friends as a goal

each casted opinion on their personal role.

Happiness had boundless to speak,

Of goodness, health, wealth, fame and friends indeed

Sorrow had no reasons of happiness

Since it was never heartily accepted

Happiness had ever royal things to claim,

Sorrow looked pale and envied its opponent

At the finale the expected happened

Happiness won with a landslide bargain

Then did sorrow lament on her existence

Why am I alive with no one as my friend?

I am a loner with no company

Seeking for a mate but deprived of acquaintance

Sorrow then reveals a secret to its opponent,

leaves a mark on the debated statement.

“I am the winner and you lose the game’’,

Says sorrow with sharpness certain.

Although I am unwanted, people try to abstain

I am the one who masters the game.

“You are good and filled with gifts

But seldom do people get the largesse”.

They want to abide by your side

But land up with my company beside

So, I am the winner and ever will be

Since they say, “I am the world and the world is me”.

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Thoughts

In the barren and untilled land of mind

A seed of thought was once planted, I find

The seed clutched the cognizance to grow

“I watered my mind with aspiration”, to quote

The seed was sunned with positive belief

Indeed was I happy to see the seed flourish

At times, when my mind was disquieted with thought

The rising seed underwent a stagnant growth

With lot of care and kindness

I nurtured the seed to progress

The heavens too collaborated in my endeavour

Nourished the plant of aspiration with tender

Provided opportunities in times needed

My plant of desire grew to fame everyday

Now the seed of thought has dissolved

And the tree of existence stands

Plant a seed and progress ahead

Then shall you find the tree of faith

Flower, fruit or anything envisioned

Or just a simple tree to provide a shade

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Frozen Desire

Every minute I see her sagging face

Embossed with deceptive thoughts

Of late, the obscure soul met with ignorance

And lamented on being left aloof

Like a portrait that has lost its lustre

With faded beauty down the lane

She swings between hope and despair

Longs for reconciliation on the debated truth

The cold flames fail to burn the difference

With only splinters alive

She watches the dreamy image walking hand in hand

The fairytale abruptly meets a suicidal death

With no choice at her stand

The seeds of desire freeze in extreme condition

With no warmth to caress and nestle

She waits for the day

When warmth would embrace the earth

And tiny leaves of hope would emerge

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Unborn Desire

Day by day the incessant reverie

Of altering the world with a magical wand

Inaccessible desires look achievable

Substantial impression seems petty

Gathering all together

With lot of imaginings and desire

All’s amazing, all’s blessed

Since all show up above the rest

My worlds nudge and budge ahead

Fling ambiguity on a pledge

I compete and compete until

Fatigued am I, drained and still

Then do I knock at an unvisited realm

Quietly residing an unborn countenance

With dazzling eyes and heart golden

It reveals its self, pure and plain

I am “gratification” godly in nature

Single am I and a loner

With me all desires die out

None dare to follow me in a crowd

I accept it with pleasure and love

Clinch to it with reverence above

Now I know my dearest acquaintance

“Gratification”- you are my only confidence

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Dawn And Dusk

Dawn and dusk

is the perception of our life

One shows the creation,

The other depicts the demise.

Both possess beauty

And has specialty of its own,

Oh! Dawn

A symbol of rebirth,

You portray the essence of life,

I follow you helplessly

With hopes and dreams to realize

You bequeath the faith in me

With your tranquil silence

I feel you conveying

Numerous thoughts in my mind

Thoughts, the essence of my life

Some materialize and some die.

But I always look forward

Oh! Dawn

For you is the cosmic source in my life.

I follow you and at most times

You companion me to dusk.

At times with a happy mind,

Sometimes heavy at heart

My dreams unfulfilled

I slouch on the lap of dusk

Only to be born again.

Oh! Dusk

You tenderly nurture me in solitude

Cajole me safe in blanket of love

Your deep eyes brighten my spirit

Adieu! Rings your voice

With new hope and pledge, I move on.

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Pathos

Oh! Pathos I envy you,

I’m obsessed with your domain.

How cowardly of you

To take refuge in the lady,

of whom the mortal remain.

The portrait hangs on the wall,

with a veil covering her face.

But I see her mournful eyes

Declaring her poor fate,

I hear her heart’s cheerless song

Saturated with sadness

I see her losing jewels from her eyes

Distressed in loneliness

You have been the cruel Czar

Ruling her heart for ages

I disown you pathos

For, you have feasted on her flesh.

Oh! Epitome of evil

Why don’t you abandon her?

Leave the lady to her fate

Who laments in utter despair.

I’m neither your equal

Nor, are you superior to me

But Oh! Pathos …….. I envy you

For it’s you who reside in her heart,

not me.

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The Forgotten Promise

Like the bright full moon

In the sky of uncertainty,

Occasionally clear like a spectacular river

Shipping thousands of stars

At times, clouded as the heart of a deserted lover

Dreams with flights of fantasy

Beautified with endless speculation

Nestle in her heart.

The ripples in the water

Soothe her tormented mind,

Hollow eyes gaze at the sky,

feeling her lover’s presence

in the soft moonlight.

Alas! The clouds cover the moon,

she lapses into silence

sobs and walks away in the darkness

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The Smog

Terror! Terror! The morality burns,

How dreadful the clamor of screams and scorns.

Worn-out people evading for respite,

Hopeless souls clinging in despite

Hearty streets shower, heartbroken images,

The once untainted air smells burnt ravages

Colours are beautiful, I had learnt

But all colours here were, bleak and burnt

Fire and smoke a usual sight,

Hopeful men, homeless overnight

What a disgrace to human community?

No love, no ethics, no sign of pity.

Hyenas’ and jackals’ have men become,

Scavenging on human values, relishing the feast as fun,

Towns are open graves of men,

Pathetic humanity in disdain

Powerless tears crawl out of innocent eyes,

To empathy the poor souls, on their loved one’s demise

Terror! Terror!  The bitter frozen cries

The smog of terror reside in human eyes.

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The Eyes Have It

Those pair of stoic blue eyes

Like the blue water of ocean deep

Reveal the secret of the ocean of human heart

At times kind and divulging goodness

Sometimes tired and exhausted

Caressing the precious life surrounding it

Tears salty from the oceanic eyes so blue

Overlapping the boundaries

at high tide of human emotions

Possess an inviting, warm and pleasant look at sunny mornings

At times leaving a fearful uninviting glance in the tempest

Dear eyes, how lustrous and lively is your benevolent look

No secret lies hidden behind your walls

Good gracious eyes,

you convey numerous thoughts that poor words fail to

I have seen you burning in hatred

I have seen you dancing in joy

Always watchful and wide awake

Without you the world is dark and mysterious

Your innocence is a charm to take pleasure in

You command, request, ask, forgive, plead, deny ……………

A rare cluster of emotions

So, I say- The eyes have it.

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The Dark Mistress

The day takes a toll on me,

I stink sweat and breathe out exhaustion

A cool bath do placate my fatigue

refresh me

I perceive colours in the darkness of night

Twinkling stars are lanterns in darkness

Showering possibilities of chance over fate

A cool breeze fans and comforts me

She descends from the sky to embrace me

At times I feel her presence intense

I search the sky to get the vision of the stars

Instead I discover the moon

I feel her kiss revealing secrets

Oh! Dark mistress, who could have ever read your thoughts

For every night has a fresh story to tell

Unusual do I see you in the hours of darkness

Cheerful on summer nights

Possessive and lovable on winter nights

Drenched with tears on a rainy night

But your presence does make me feel obliged

Since it is you who imbibe the freshness in me

Your mesmerizing beauty has aroused lovers,

Has comforted the farmer’s son

Has kept the promise of ever visiting every night

I seek your company until the horizon is lighted

Then, Adieu! For you take leave of me

I recall the faithful time spend

Together in bliss…………..

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TANNI BOSE

Mrs. TANNI BOSE works as an educator in Aravali International School, Faridabad now. She was an English Teacher at Tendruk Higher Secondary School of the Royal Government of Bhutan hails from Kolkata, West Bengal. She was born and brought up in the steel city of Rourkela, since her father was a SAIL employee there. Writing was always a passion for Mrs. Tanni. However, 2008 became a defining year in her life since she could publish a few of her works in the school magazine and made a self-discovery that she was indeed in romance with literature. It formally bloomed in 2012 when her first anthology “Dawn and Dusk” was published. Her readers, including critics confessed that a new breeze in poetry writing is here to blow to soothe and to ruffle too, of course. Her passion for reading and writing assured her a berth in the Writers Association of Bhutan and the Edu Talk where she thinks aloud to make the readers ponder, delight and at times wrinkle their brows. Her writing in facebook and her blog “A Grain of Faith” are being followed by many. Her articles in “Student Digest and Norzam Speaks” both publications in Bhutan are well taken by readers at large. She also contributes regularly in the international journal by Ciberwitnet.com “Taj Mahal Review” She has represented Bhutan as an official delegate in the SAARC Literary festivals in Thimphu, Bhutan in 2013. She was a delegate in the FOSWAL Literary Festivals at Agra and Jaipur in 2015 and in Delhi in 2016 February as well. “Floating Stones” is her second work of poems, ringing the inescapable paradox of existential pulls and pushes. The poetess here is swayed by multiple senses and sensibilities, reflected in these poems. Her third Book “The Molested Clay” and "The clife lady" is published by authors press New Delhi. Writing apart, Mrs. Bose loves reading, music and her students. Love given reciprocates. After all – books support her; music heals her aches and her students adore her. Life then becomes poetry to her.