"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



Thursday, December 29, 2011

Eight minutes to Love

Sitting idle at a coffee bar
Sipping into some hot cappuccino
and life passes by
like a windy day
sunglass stares of the bourgeoisie
honking tonk of the cars
and I wonder what if
I get a glance
oh that woman in the pungent red dress
swaying her hair to the cross
naillpolish tip top-ed up to date
fancy crochet badge
and a heart felt wind carry some
bubbles from a boy in grey
and her hands flow up and down in sway
a heartfelt giggle rings my ears
I turn and fall to ground
no wonder they say
it just takes a moment
moment to sweep you off
i stare i stare
and she smiles away
what wonders have you created oh GOD
crystal bottles chunking to breath
I leave my table to walk a width
and she turns to glance at me
A glance which lasted an eternity
my white shirt drenched in the rain
i walk towards those deep sea eyes
she walks towards me
and every other moving sound
seems to stand still
i meet her at the bottom
of the clinton town hill
they have heart shaped balloons hanging from
a christmas way to welcome
we look at each other with breaths apart
and i think of heaven
she moves her lips
to say something
but all i hear is my own heat beat
beating out of the white checked shirt
i got ironed today evening
and i remind myself
seriously? is that what you can think of now
a damsel in red stands in front
asking a wonder or two
and i say
sorry could you repeat that
my mind shouts at me
dude you are insane you know
a soft whisper leaves her lips
i melt down on the floor
a distant memory rises up
a long dreamt dream drives
a sunday afternoon at the beach
a damsel i had passed by
she remembers my name she said
hello johnathan she smiles
i try to speak
my voice fails me
as i gape at her beautiful eyes
remember we met at the beach party
eight minutes to love she said
i could grab her now
and run away
is all i could think of late
i swear a two in my mind and muster the courage to speak
she puts her hand on my shoulders says a few to leave
and as she turns to cross the road
the man in me awakens
i hold the hand and pull her close
my lips touch the petals
we kiss
we kiss
and we kiss a more
my watch beeps a tone
eight minutes to love
her i have
eight minutes more


- Saswati Barat

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Raasta Life

Raasta life
Admired bond
Countless nights
Sleepless roads
Roads less taken by dreams
Dreams which don't dare to kindle
Even in the wildest of states of being
God forsaken hint
Of loving a kind of gold
Behold 
The nostalgia and nonsensical catabomb
Grinding its path to heaven
A light
Silver rings rising high
Stars of celestial embodied with shining sparkling dust
Smoke
The pungent taste of old
Welcome to
Raasta life
My friend

- Saswati Barat


Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Humanitarian Thoughts part A

Can this humanity
claim
that it has drawn out
the best of its manners
can it say
it has been fair
to the world around
How can the world feel
so dismayed ?
Just by the bare existence of
oxygen in the levels of life
Sucks the fever of greed to believe
Money can buy the lie
And humanity they say
is adorned with trash mystique
Mystique my ass
Already so stereotypical mind
Pondering if a poetry should be of
such disgraceful history and profanity
I am
Audacity
Arrogant
Above all the Humans
the humanity proclaims has died
can it bring me back
the simplicity of joy
of giving and sharing not
how many apples I bite
or
windows that let my walls look open
its just a showcase of tragedy
look above the glass ceiling
meet the sky
flow like the endless sea
and you will know how Humanity
is supposed to be