Mandira Ghosh

New Delhi, India

Mandira Ghosh has tried to reach a point where science meets Philosophy and other branches of humanities. With an early science background, she undertook the experiment of using scientific terms in poetry. She is a Graduate in Mathematics & a Post Graduate in English literature. A Diploma holder in Journalism, her first book 'Aroma' is to be published by the Writers Workshop, Calcutta, India. The book is dedicated to her Father. A member of the Poetry Society (India) she received 'The Editor's Choice' award in the North American open poetry contest. Her poems have been published in the Best poems of 1995 & 1996 by the National Library of Poetry. She lives in New Delhi with her husband, a Chemical Engineer and a brilliant daughter. Mandira welcomes correspondence. Please write her in care of: The International Poetry Hall of Fame, 1 Poetry Plaza, Owings Mills, MD 21117.

Monalisa

In tonight's tranquil silence
With soft spoken melodies of the cool spring season
With enchanting verses, with reflecting melodies
A garland is made to coronate the next living planet.
Down and down to the hemisphere of the universe
Star foretells - cool breeze blows
Same old words vibrate in the atoms of the atmosphere
Echoes during season, after season.
When eastern water from the Indian Ocean flooded all the historic coasts
Myth began - fossils faded away
As those astronauts have crossed another infinite distance
My ancestors have reconstructed violet Picasso forms.
Beauty rests behind those green meadows, where
Dark desert freezes - Wild faunas fly
Where holy women pray over all golden beaches
Music waves meet the azure of your sky.
When the little prince will search his way to the next planet
Galaxies will glitter - fair maidens will sigh
When incense will spread from all celestial cells
Other earths will create, other oceans will smile.

In An Oasis, Through A Desert

In the desert sand
Who can play the flute, who can play the band?
Heat and dust on mirrored skirt
Morning mist on ankles twist.
Over the courtyard - the moon alone always
Searching for someone - near Damascus
On the thorns of cactus.
Rain comes to desert
Palms wait in the resort
Through the clouds - came thunder
All of a sudden - a stranger
Tell me oh stranger
Are you thirsty?
Oasis is truth, life no mirage
Dreams may fade, life stands apart.
Fresh morning awakes, sand smiles for a while
Hope comes to the desert, the blazing sun walks thousands of miles

Language Of The Sun

There goes the fusion reaction inside the sun
Dazzling photosphere
During the solar eclipse, when the moon had travelled
Between the earth and the sun
My grandmother saw it in my friend's garden
On a vessel of water as mirror
You said you had measured time
With the coming of the sunspot cycle.
Let heat of the fusion reaction clear
The earth and we recite
From the Vedas
Oh sun purify us
Paradon our sins.