My 800th Post- “MY WORDS”


Dear friends,

It has been a long journey till here  ,as I publish my 800 th post today. Iam thankful to every reader, visitor, viewer of my blog and my friends who continously have encouraged me with their loving comments and through their presence. For my simple words , I write this!

 “For affluence , I do not have words
my thoughts are unique.
different is my verse…
thou shall be comforted in the raging summers
as the lucid pleasant sprinkle on your cheeks
from the emotions of my poetic drizzle…
in chilling frosty weather
the ablaze of my burning passionate words
will warm thy soul as ever…
on lone nights, they can comfort thou
like a cuddling pillow
absorbing thy worries in dark hours…
in thy setbacks, or fall
inspiring, zestful glimpses
will make you stand with fervor.
O! friend ! my words cannot be diverse
but my reflections are unlike and inimitable”

 

Best wishes,

Soumya

 

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Had I walked barefoot…


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Had I walked barefoot on every part of this earth
sailed through the different seas ,calm or rough
if only I had seen the mystical deserts, quiet and stormy
and the majestic mountains and hills… strong and gigantic
If I had breathed in the forest dark with glow flies lighting
and slept in the woods coniferous , sky kissing,
had I come across unknown tempests at every bend of life
and enjoyed the song of tiny birds… swinging on the perch of life.

Had I seen the glistening snow, sparkling white
felt the chilled breeze piercing my cheeks,
If I had stood for hours in the sweltering heat
and sweat profusely… to earn a morsel or a bite

Had I been lying on the grass in the middle of night
embracing the vast sky
the innumerable twinkling stars gazing at me
and the gorgeous moon gliding by…

treasured , then I would have the jewels of this earth
learnt to value the priceless gift bestowed
by the Creator of Universe.

 

 

SUSURRUS !


in auburn shades of the fall
amidst the maple leaves
scattered on the ground
lost is a tale
an unspoken love of silent hearts.

while the breeze carries them away
they flutter and rustle
murmuring about the touching emotions
in silent whispers …

rigged by the society,
pushed through an alley vile
the susurrus of their eternal tale
ceaselessly lives under the blue sky!

 

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CHILD OF WORLD’S DESTINY


CHILD OF WORLD”S DESTINY

 

On streets forlorn
Walks the child, destitute
The infant of world’s destiny…

 In rags torn
hungry and homeless
roaming through lanes
for a morsel!

The rulers sit on a lavish throne
speak high volumes of chore
actions fail to achieve
war and blasts kill
the child of world’s destiny
lives as a requiem…

Let her sleep!


LET HER SLEEP
Amidst the weeds and few roses,
lies silently,
the girl in white…
in deep sleep

Shh! Dnt talk here
she will wake up…
After long , the dreams
are here
so do not tread…
she is tired and fatique…

sings the lullaby
melodious wind
caressing the sleeping queen!

Sheds few drops , the clouds as tears
quenching her thirst since years
Let her rest …
Let her be in peace
Beside the coffin ,
The nightingale weeps!

 

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Thou! Jealousy!


Thou! Jealousy
as a veiled maiden deceits…

metamorphoses into various shapes
changeth appearances
lures
with exuberant names…

lest anyone finds
the hidden coquette
she overthrows him into the tragic well…

Discontented, ever desiring
innocence burns out in her lusty eyes
she hath destroyed the realms
of peace and love
playing the fiddle to her  tunes!

Beware! says the soul
here  comes, the enticing queen
do not be her slave
dooms she ,every life…thence,
open your eyes
remove the veil…

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Melancholic drops!


shared I , the melancholic drops

fell which on the blossom of life

drenching my fabric

whence I treasure a casket

of those translucent gems for you.

 

not before long

they had rolled swiftly

away was the spring of love then,

missed thy ,my gorgeous raindrops

doused which as the early monsoon.

 

I realize ,how precious you

find them, glittering and shining

preserved , saved thus

like jewels

the drops melancholic…

 

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Which way you run!


O! FEEBLE HEART

Which way you run!
O ! feeble heart!
Where doth you seek and search for love,
in human ,
of the dead flesh
in the darkness of emotional cave
through forests of thoughts
in ruthless veins
or the minds that …slumber…
and indulge in selfcentredness…

what maketh you flee to
these strangers of the unknown play…
Hath you not known,
It’s a stage,
illusion is the world
identities fake…

Then how could you ne’er know,
The search for love,
is on a different path ahead, pulled where
You will be through
the sacred thread..

When comes the moment,
The dawn radiates…
rises the soul …
Thence on a journey, the eternal quest begins
Love sublimates…

It’s the Divine, where you doth find
the truth of affection and love …
in His Glory ,in His Name…

 

AT THE FEET OF THINE !


I wish to be the tiny flower lies who,

at the feet of thine…

Instead of the jewel that shines in thy crown

O! immortal Krishna ! I sing your praise

in verses of mine!

 

The brilliant gem bedecks your aura

Outstands it every precious stone

O! but it cannot see thy face benevolent

even while decorating… in thy diadem…

 

I , the lonely flower, rest in thy feet

grace bestows my presence

When thy eyes look at me…

 

Thou universe that rotates around you thee!

I unaware of the method,

here! I sit and surrender at your feet

O! Krishna ! Raise me from

the chasms of time!