Sharmishtha Basu is an unemployed artist, writer who is out to test her works, eager to meet publicists, literary agents, publishers and gallant, generous readers, to see if they can help her to build an “unorthodox” career, a path followed by many before, some has been blessed with success, most have not, let us see what you make of her attempts! A failure or success- it all depends on you. These are pieces from her book, the book is available on createspace and amazon- It is a collection of poems and black and white illustrations to go with them. Some are photographs, others paintings, cyber sketches mainly.
Of dreams and reality
Wandering alone in dusk, in a forest
I came down from my horse for a rest
Gently I laid my tired body under a tree.
My head resting on its trunk, my steed grazing free.
Suddenly I noticed some movement beside me
I turned my face for a closer look
I saw a heap of ash stirring mysteriously
In front of my eyes it started to change.
I jolted up to sit straight and stare
It took the form of a golden bird
A golden bird with wings of fire
Deep mysterious black eyes.
Gently it flew and sat up on a branch
And addressed to me in human tongue,
“I rebuild myself from my own ashes
So should you my friend!”
8.07.09, Garia, Kolkata