A Bird or Tree?

Advice

Ambition

Are You There?

Balloons

Behind the Veil

Broken Bangles

Carbon

Claustrophobia

Come Fly With Me

Cyber Talk

Did I Leave You?

Discarded

Drought

Dream Vendor

Dumbstruck

Embers

Emptiness

Far Ahead of Me

Forlorn Sphinx

Gossamer Threads

Had I known

He's Always There

Hrishikesh

I Don't Believe

I Looked for You

If I Could

Ink Stains

Lost

Made Us Whole

Merger

Milestone

Misty Mysterious

My Poetry is Pain

Poetry, Did You Say?

Promises

Ribbons I'll Sing

Seller of Dreams

Soothing Balm

The Gulf

The Mermaid

The Onion

The Poems I Write

The Tired Guru

The Tramp

The Union

This Phase Is Over

Twilight Reverie

Unborn

Writer In The Mist

Who Is Responsible?

Woman From The Slum

You Called

You Don't Deserve Me!

 


Pieces of my Soul.......                                                                                              

            Fragments of my Mind.......

For Dreamgirl

I dedicate this page and most of my earlier poems to Meenu, my cyber friend, and also the Dream Vendor, who discovered the fountain within me, as she discovered similar fountains in others whom she met in cyber space.

Meenu (Dreamgirl) literally popped into my life through ICQ around this time last year. And before I got to know her, she was gone... And like a Forlorn Sphinx, I waited for her return because I felt my soul was tied to hers with Gossamer Threads... I did not know then that she had transcended cyber space and was living among the stars, where she rightfully belongs.

You see, Meenu had been suffering for two decades from a rare kidney disease for which there was no cure. Though she knew that the Reaper would come knocking at her door, He had not given her an appointment... So she spent her time meeting people in cyber space... befriending them, listening to their sorrow, instilling hope and, as in my case, discovering a fountain of poetry that even I did not know existed.

I never met Meenu. A few days after we decided that we should finally meet, she found peace at last.... I was disappointed that I did not get to see her in person, and for a while I even felt cheated...but perhaps it was all for the best. I'm happy she found escape from her constant pain.  My poem, I Looked for You, will tell you that she is still here... still my friend... and lives in the recesses of my soul and within my creative mind...

Siddharth Sanyal

20th May 2000

 

WILL I BE THERE

When the flowers of hopeful morn

Turn to dust at memory’s dusk

Will my image on the rippled pond

Still smell like fading musk

 

Will the fragrance that I leave behind

Like the soft breeze through wooded pines

Disappear like the sun at night

Along with my few rhyming lines

 

Would children ever learn from them?

Will they be able to make any sense?

Of the few  words that I leave behind

In the twilight, like incense

 

I've put up 54 poems for you to read... I hope you will find the time to read them and let me have your opinion on them... And please don't forget to sign my Guest Book!

This phase is over. I am up to my eyeballs in poetry... Time to move on to something new... Perhaps it's time to write short stories! Well, if I do manage to get around to doing that... I'll be putting them up right here... So, do come back for a visit every now and then...

Siddharth

 

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