"When my Heart ponders over the colors of life ... You come as a savior to my eyes And with my Pen I jot down the thoughts and embrace LIFE as it comes ... " - Saswati Barat

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

My Frist Oil Painting !

Monday, January 12, 2009

Dress I wanna wear on my reception ! LOL



My Ma doesn’t seem to respond me well

Not well enough to identify me in her eye

My Pa keeps reminding me of my values

I just crossed a decade in my life

Roll no. 3, Academic Topper, Naughty lil girl

Some synonyms my teachers gift me

Idiot and nonsense gifted by some others

Though I just happen to be me

Just me

The unlucky year arrives

Arrives with it maturity

“You’re a big girl now” my parent reminds

Reminds me of my purity

Active, Jolly, Committed

I play different roles in my life

Life to me as a Student

Life to be still a Child

My me welcomes a new company

Her name seems to be Teen

Arrives with her some designations

Which happens to be gifted to me?

Cell-freak, psycho, stout and chatter

Best friend, Girl Friend, “Cute” and bitter

Me goes hunting to hither and thither

In search of a so called “my character”

Of me being a standard ten learner

Of me being the school orator

OR is it something of me being alone

Just me and only me?

A painter, a dancer and a beautiful young lady

Stick to me for the next pair of years

Years yearned to gain my freedom

I now come to be known as self-earner

A social worker, A web developer

A poet and A manager

My me seems to have found

The requirements for her

She is a girl

She is a daughter

She is a sister

And an Aunt

She is an Indian

She is a Bengali

She is a Baidya

And a plant

Yet to grow its leaves and roots deep inside the earth

And Leave a mark on the surface

To be identified as


Just me

Only me

- Nameless Fameless

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Midnight Crowd

Bustle and hustle
beeps and bombs
of the silent skies
which cries
in my eyes
like lighted lamp
with the breaded vamp
of the clock strikes eleven
oh me the heaven
will sleep soon
let me hear it again
nomadic views
transperent hues
birdly crows
vows and hows
of being that man
or woman in the car
of drenched wet seats
like messed up beats
joyous highs
mented minds of burned ashes
and dark
yes thats not
the limped packet
of cookies
i choose
with milked acid
of white plain dark
skinned men
and the purple haze
and the blue star gaze
between the sheets
shifting breaths
mumbled jumbles
of go-bye bus
meanwhile hush
drops down shadow
no mere window
thats true
my dreams
being able to miss and miss you.

- saswati barat
12th nov 2008

Wonders ...

i wonder why
it feels like a raining sky
as if the world is wet
no not with tears
with happiness..
i wonder why
it feels the dark sky
gushes out its deepest purple
sworing the moon like the best of pearls
as if it is not the queen
but with her order - the
most precious of all .. that wonders
may be the gleamy pearlish light
sooths my eye to make me happy
and cry
tears of joy .. nature bestows
those flowers that smell of the happy hours of the day and night
i wonder why
i always am within those open windows
being softened by the harsh cold things of life
and warmed by the hands of those
who i really care and love and protect
green leaves
orange umbrella
red candy
kindling blue of that last candle i have
to save for my candle-lit dinner
my wonders keep wondering
i really wonder how

- saswati barat
Saturday, November 01,

Saturday, January 10, 2009

Please ..

i don't want to wake up
and see the mornign sky
i don't want to stand
alone in that crowded lane
i don't want to breath again
that sweet breath of yours
i want to die
die and fade away
u wanted to fade away too right ?
with u and urself
i want to
with all that i have
with all that we had
i hate u
i wont forgive u
u hurt me
like the morning hurts the last hopes of darkness
like the july rain hurts the hard soil
like the butterfly hurts the soft petals
why ? why is it that i have to suffer
each and every time
that trust
trust of being with u
trust of being urs
how could u break it
break it into pieces
shattered and smashed it
so badly
just leave me
i cannot take this
it hurts
the morning sky
the blue rays
the green drops
i hate it
i wanna live again
i want to live it
i may not be aware of ur favourite color
i may not be aware of ur favourite tune
i may not be that pretty petal everyone seeks
i am sorry
i beg u

- saswati barat
25th october 2008

Friday, January 09, 2009


will u keep a secret
like the stars of the sky
will u keep my heart with u
like the bee in the hive
will u please
tell me why
oh i feel
like i have been intoxicated
with that touch in ur hands
like i feel in the stands
when u pass me by
oh that golden smile
will u please
keep a secret
like me tellin u to be
not like me
and again
yes i feel being intoxicated
do u know
when i go
the morning stars tell me that
oh yes u wud know
coz u keep my secrets
oh yes

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Create Your Glitter Text

Magnificent life

What is this melodious feeling?
Like butterflies and purple flies
Benched upon the coloured Umbrella?
Messing up the morning hair to make it messier
Even weaving a sock which has 2 different tones
Butterfly dreams
Wet mornings
Dropped window panes
Moisten lips with the tip of the tongue
Hiding your face from the fellow passer byes
To make that peck on the mouthpiece for that special someone
Unshaped round pebbles
Good to try
Chocolate Popsicle
Berried bun
Moonlit candles to make a bit sour soup than expected
Some mistakes which do make u really happy
Jealous at times
To give that tingling affection
Exactly between your heart and lungs
At times like the evening breathe of wind
Slowly passing bye
To make u feel cold and cared
Dummy head
Sweet little cutie pie
Closed cupboards that have keys stuck at the holes
Honey dropping from the hives
Open shoelace but still trying to walk by
Magnificent life!
- Saswati Barat
10:55 pm
10 November 2008


pain .. what is this pain ?? this burning drowning pain
as if the ocean is on fire .
as if the wind has stopped
as if vaccum has egulfed
of sharp teeths in my chest
of rough hands that used to be once soft
so soft that i wouldn leave them
thats why i had plastered my hands with those
but now i cant remove it. . it pains .. those rugged hands
i wish they would turn back to "normal"
normal .. i wonder what is this normal
is it like normal water
or breath even .. inhale and exhale the poisons of life
the pains of life
the destiny it holds for me
the promises i had

- Nameless Fameless
24th oct 2008
wanting something dusn get u .. i have learnt that lesson long back
being a grasshopper in the grass may be dusn earn u the fame
heart u say .. feels like throbbing it out...
at times i dont get the ways things work
at times feels things work the ways i want
strange thing is i never felt that i ever lived .. may be tommorow
a new day
a new world
new friends
but why does it pain to leave behind that is old
not talkin about those golds and chumkis which wanna be with me
i am talkin about those broken pieces of bangles .. who dont
or is that i see them like broken .. u know i tried so hard to put them back
i heard time heals things. . it never heald. . like a flood which already had engulfed the barriers ..
like a dam having so many small holes that it wont break .. but neither it would stop
did u see the sky this morning ? how did it look ? sweet ? blue ? dark ?
i cant remember the last time i had the courage to look straight into the eyes ..
but its not that i lack it .. nor even regret
i hope u meet my feelings someday . they keep running away u know .. i send dem
like a kite in search of that same shade. . a bird .. reaching towards u
but always failing .. may be i cant compete with the nostalgias u have
but i would try
and i would always hope
i have learnt it .. again

- nameless fameless
23rd oct 2008
now .. when was the last time u noticed me
may be in the park
walking with a pink hat on me .. or was it on that day .. remember . raining .. u and me ..
i laugh at times relaising how childish this play is
of being honest from heart .. i wonder how it looks .. "PINK HEART"
yes yes i know u are thinkin about love
i have to admit i was always on those rows
of being able to touch
to smell
to kiss
and to feel
the roses of ur cheeks
and gently river the smile of ur mind
its been a while hasn't it
of us being the stars of the sky ?
and nonchalantly playing that game
yes yes . that game .. dont telme u don remember ,of those lovely hearts n dimsim lights and grass and pathways ...
i felt my lips twich . could have been a smile. . dont know ..
may be u could .. may be

- saswati barat
23rd oct 2008

Heart Beat

the touch of the smile ..
the score of the lips ..
the light of the eyes ..
the heart beat slips ..

something so pure .. so clear .. so clean
something so cosmicly beastly scene

to hurt to heal to high to have
to know the truth of the blood which
flows and have

again the touch of the smile ..
the score of the lips ..
the light of the eyes ..
and the heart beat slips ....

Saswati Barat
1:41 am
march 22nd , 2008



crypted in the shadows of being
My self
crypted in the humble world of
crypted in the minds of many
i claim myself

down the streaming sky
i write my words high
and slowly see them Crawling
back to the earth
like a free bird in a golden cage !

crypted by them who wish for my
crypted by them who want me to
crypted by them who never fail to
stab back !

living between the shadows -
of both love and lust
of pockets full of blood and yet warmth
of those who care and dont

i find myself

- saswati(nameless fameless)



i write on this day of the 7th of october '07
thank you i am honoured for being
patient enough

monsier, can u tell me why are u reading such
a meaningless thing ? only because
it has been given to you ? is it that are you
forced to do so ? or at ur will .. yes yes i can understand
how dare can someone do something without your will

after all . humans are the super beings !

or is it ?

and u little child .. y do u read dis piece of gibirish?
in ur syllabi ? or is it ur parents said .. read my child ?
y do u do so ? sumthin u not wish to ?
humans huh ?? super beings ??

well well creativity is simplicity .. no bill clinton doesnt say so
i do .. who i ?? i am human .. yes a human .. remember ?
super being ??

if life could be traced like this , in a candle path of molten rods and stoned wind ..
can u say why i write it at all ? no u cant
how can u .. how many treat u as u are .. rather as u want to be ?

how many let u be urself. . yes we have huge philosophies huge people throwed upon us
but it is almost like some ones saying .. " anything worth learning is never taught !" or
rather i must say .. " nothing worth learning is taught ever"

can u say why i am writing such nonsense? and wasting your valuable time and space
this time and space could offer .. earth is round , so ? what should i do ?
i am not round ? am i ? i am human .. a being .. or am i again ?

now see .. how far have u reached of this gibirish i have been speaking to u
and u still intend to read it and yet feel disgusted .. what a waste
not a waste but haste my love
nothing is useless untill u make it
like those people in the far islands fighting for cooking !
imagine .. anyone do that .. but yes that is truth
and as always .. truth is harsh ..

gibirish the end !
amen !

- saswati (nameless fameless)

Pieces of Peace

in pieces of solitude and destiny
i try to find a piece of peace
peace of mind
and soul
peace of being solitary
insanity never rules
can never dream be the true identity ?
i seek to pieces
pieces of peace
love and hatred coincide
where i can claim i am not insane
yes i am bad
worse than the worst human
planet earth can offer in this
stinking drain
whose lives come and by and buy
authority speaks louder than power
hatred is power
greed and ambitions
love is authority
want to love those loved ones
and care
i am insane
may be people say so
but who cares !!
pieces of peace in a jumble
placing them in order
can u see why i cry
noh !! u cant !
who cares !
i do !
u do !
we do !
huh !! .. a word so lustfully meaningless
humanity dreams and dreaming
dreaming till yet
who cares !!!

- saswati (nameless fameless)