A bouquet of wild flowers 1

a bouquet of wild flowers

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.

Wildflowers in bed of rocks


I can hear
Ocean waves
Rising and falling
Calling out to me
Every time they touch shore.

I can feel
Mountain breeze
Carrying the cold of snow
And fragrance of wild flowers
Whispering my name
Searching me.

The gypsy inside me
Wants to break free
Throw away all chains
And gallop away
To faraway lands.

The bird inside me
Flaps her wings
To fly away
In the beckoning sky!

26.04.15, Hyderabad



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