Isn’t the orchid pale today or
the azure lost its hues in frosty weather
the pink lilies too
when the dusk appears little purple than
the scarlet pier…usual
forgotten in dead remains
as ashes they scatter in dust
reminiscences of the beloveds
who died one fateful night
again prevails the same climate
transforms the camouflage of
flowers and world
Tis the sky who alone
remembers the fury
repercussions of war
in cold blooded atmosphere…
sulks the orchid tonight…
purple appears the crimson lover
stained in blood drops
dried and desiccated as humans of universe.
Who knows thou! sings the baul
his fingers struck the single chord
the solo of duality , he hums
in remnants of the grief stricken
some old souls, few shattered and broken
Oh ! does it require to be a tatterdemalion
or a ramshackle old pier
to whisper the tunes of eternal weather
while plays the
impulse of seeking the invisible
or knowing Him through
the world visible…
The rampant hunger and
lingering thirst arrives wherefrom
in the arteries of singing legends
is it necessary to be in a deplorable condition
to call and cry for
the cosmic creator!
why forgets the mind of many
bask who in sun of pleasure…
its going to be dark soon
whence shall it find the light for right direction?
alive remain we, until grounded,
in depths of soil, as we are rooted.
a moment takes to uproot the base,
dry the leaves of existence, life devastates.
2nd November 2014 was a day of disaster for those innocents who went to witness an event .
Read my guest post about it on Vishal’s blog : http://vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com/2014/11/06/guest-post-soumya-vilekar-read-on/
This is an imaginary excerpt of a real incident.