FOOTPRINTS... ON THE SAND by Bhaskar Mitra

9/7/2004

Who is she, who treads so soft?
Like ripples made by a petal dropped;
On a pool whose surface so calmly stands,
Every drop bound by silence strands;
That breaks, whenever so slightly touched,
So gently, as if ashamed of being watched.

Like the breeze that hums nature’s song,
And whispers in my ears all day long.
Like the moon that bashfully looks
At itself in the flowing silvery brooks.
Like the starry eyes staring from up so high
So keenly with such an envious sigh.

I see the ocean, who does beckon the land,
And its breaking waves like a stretching hand
To kiss the sand where you once had stepped,
And with your presence the world newly shaped.
But I see it fall short one more time, every time;
Like an innocent boy who just can't do a crime.

And there it stays, your footsteps on the sand,
Making the watery bed jealous of the land;
Where once you were there, and now are gone
But left behind is a beautiful picture drawn;
Of memories of times when you were here,
Just by my side and to my heart so near.

I see the waves break and my heart breaks too;
The waves retreat but I shall wait for you.
Like the stars and the sea, I am envious of the land,
Where once did fall footsteps so grand.
Now that you are gone, inside it so badly does hurt;
You’ve left footsteps in the sand; now leave them in my heart.

SHADOW OF TIME by Bhaskar Mitra

8/28/2004

Ever been there when time had stopped
And the sun so heedlessly refused to set?
Or when spring did stay all year long
And the nights never winter met?

When the leaves of the trees refused to fall
And flowers declined to wither?
Where morning dew stayed all day long
And children never grew either?

When your shadow never an inch did grow
But your luster surely did;
When the never-stopping Time did halt
And never other’s a warning heed.

Like a little boy under a tree
In the shadow of time I did sit,
The day when time itself had stopped;
The day my life yours did meet.

Time so foolishly stopped that day,
The act for which it is so ashamed now.
Like a shy boy it sits next to me
And wonders such an act happened how.

“Ashamed be not of your acts
For many a heart stopped that day too.”
I know that for a fact,
For my heart had stopped also for you.

Guilty I am too and forgiveness I plead,
For a crime that I committed not.
Never did I think that you, I will meet.
Never such a thing even in my dreams I thought.

You are but an enchanting fairy being
Who understands not who you are.
You are the moon that spreads its charm;
I am just one of many, an envious star.

My fault it is not that you are so sweet;
Blame the one who did make you.
Blame me not for staring hard
At something so rare and seen so few.

Let memories be the cage I build
And to time a sweet lullaby sing;
That it may sleep while you stay
A prisoner of mine, the sweetest being.

Punished may I be for such a heinous act;
To the strictest penalty oblige, shall this boy
Trade it for the moments with you I spend;
Foolishly I make these confessions, coy.

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FOOTPRINTS... ON THE SAND by Bhaskar Mitra

SHADOW OF TIME by Bhaskar Mitra