"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, February 21, 2012

I know of a Man

I know of a man
A man of a kind
A kind so rare to find
He smiles he laughs
He rages and roars
He cries and bitters
But he never loses hope
He Stays
He listens
He speaks so wise
His heart roasts a rose
A pebble and a dime
I know of a man
A man who can be
A son
A brother
A husband to be
And I know of him
Through a distance sky
And yet he feels
So close, close by
He learns
He chooses
His mistakes
His experiences
He never looses
But learns his win
A man who does
What seems to be the best
A man who is chivalrous than the rest
A man who is wild
And yet kind, very kind
A man who cares
Cares like a best friend
A man who loves
Loves like a Romeo
A man who works
As hard as a you can go
And I know of a man
Who defines dignity
Pleasure and resistance
He knows what to Be
A man I can say
With trust and honesty
A man you shall be
Till all of eternity

- Saswati Barat

Wednesday, February 15, 2012


I keep asking my heart
Asking it aloud to open up
Break the shell
Untie the chains
and Pull the feathers together
I wish my heart would listen to me
Would fly like a free bird in the sky
I wish my heart would not just be
a mere piece of flesh and then die
And when someone so important
so blissfully true
Takes a vow
to live with you
I ask my heart once again
Be free
Be free
let go
and a small prick here and there
my heart seems to bleed
Then a sudden burst of endless happiness
of passion desire and need
Love gushes and trembles
and breaks apart the walls
I hear my heart beat after ages
The man can hear the beating thump
and I blush like I haven't in ages
I keep asking my heart
Asking it to stop its cries so loud
It cries back at me
Oh, my friend
I feel alive 

Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Mystical Being

You are your own master... 
and you are your own slave...
you build your own kingdom 
and you sing your own rebel...
You have the ocean
but you sail the sky
you grab the gold
but you deal with lives
You are humble and gentle
yet cold as steel
you are strong and slender
yet soft to feel
You are magnanimous and a coward
deep inside
you are a fool and a king
open your eyes
You are you who you think
And you think what you are
You are but nothing
A mystical being
and your mind has powers
beyond the books
and dreams of a young lad crossed
on beams
and yet you feel you drown
and sway on the ground
stand up
and fight
You will survive
You have no punishment
for all the faults you see
You are a pathetic
drafted seed
But one day you will find
How great the soul within is
And you will live up 
to what you can be
You are a Mystical Being
And nobody dare
snatch that away

You are your own master... 
and you are your own slave...
you build your own kingdom 
and you sing your own rebel...