Herald


Faraway in the coppice
echoes the shrill of a cuckoo
she who sings for her beloved
in melancholic blues…
The ripe blossoms of mango trees
disperses through the grove
Crossing the hill, nearby
reaches the hamlet offshore.

Halt!
Awaits who in the courtyard
The lonely lass
for the pulse of her heart alike the cuckoo,
she too remains hidden and lost…

Asks then the herald
to falling heaven
in joy , whence will the air gladden?
athirst soul, sings for love’s arrival
in wish of a unfulfilled quenching desire…
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DEMURE


I’m in the pearls
those which adorn the earth
with their exquisite
beauty…

watching your delicate steps
on the nearby meadow
rests where my soul
in drops of dew spread …

breathing the perfume
that you once wore
fragrances which my heart
as the lilies droop more…

quietly I whisper your name
vales and hills echo the same
proclaiming of the adore
for the demure
vanished who abruptly in the far jungles…

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Book Launch – “Suroor of the Soul”


As the year 2013 wraps itself in the memories of the events that occurred during the whole year and gets in the celebration mood of CHRISTMAS in few days from now, I have a news to share with all of you.

The most awaited moment is here,the launch of our poetry book  ,  ” Suroor of the Soul” at India International Centre,Delhi on 21st Dec 2013.All are cordially invited to grace the occasion and be a part of the wonderful journey.

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It has not been long since “Suroor ” was published on Amazon and received a wide and touching response from everyone who has read the book. The thought behind “Suroor ” was intense and it delved deep into insights regarding the journey of a soul which wanders on earth in search of true happiness.

We all are such souls,seeking happiness in every dream,ambition and path of life ,yet we fail to experience the true feeling of it.This book dwells in such a voyage through a poetic form reflecting the real experiences of human on earth.

You can visit the website of “Suroor of the Soul” to read more about the reviews,interviews and updates regarding the topic which we  think has endless and limitless expeditions.

Also you can get updated and join through the FB page  “Suroor of the Soul”

With Best Wishes,

Soumya and Shaheen

THE PORTRAIT


 
My thoughts in vacuum
I cannot form a cloud…
Empty,plain,artless
My thoughts become
When the muse vanishes
In a hazy cloud….
 
 I try to create and recreate
yet fail everytime
the one in which you transformed
luminescent and transclucent
I search in folds of time…
 
pastels ,brush, a canvas,
I hold in hand
trying to sketch the gorgeous
the eyes of your glance…
 
In my verse ,I endeavour
to create the magic in air,
struggling hard through the vacuum
finding right shades for your hair…
dipped in earthy colours,
I evaluate and experiment,
finally a mystic tint
dyes the art piece in crimson pink.
 
originates a masterpiece
I am awestruck
Its you ,the  muse,
Who’s portrait has emerged
with celestial beauty n angelic eyes,
 manifests  on the canvas ,the divine in delight!



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THE REAL “ME”


In front of the mirror I stand,

to  find only an image and a   reflection,

where is me , the real ” I”.

I think….

hidden in this projection?

Who else shall showeth my real ” ME”

where shall I find the true literal self,

In which mirror

“I”  will be my self…

In placid waters,in clear skies

in a glazed glass

or a river flowing by…

in heart of whom,

in which eyes

shall  dwell

like my own “I”

….

Years and births I move and search

but none do I find in this world

where I live and  where I die….

Then where do I find the real me

in the heaven or in the hell,

in the astral world of another dimension

or in deep ocean …where fish dwell….

In my heart , within myself…

I discover the  shine,that I  possessed

that is the place where I shall see..

my own self and my real name!

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BUNCH OF JASMINE !


strewn and scattered on the green grass ,

amidst the pearls of dew drops

silken white whorls

steal my glance

as the night silently resonates in advance

diffuse the jasmine flowers in air ,

their eternal fragrance…

 

beneath the shrub of life,

when the breeze swayed to fall them free

bedecked the night blooming lovers

the carpet of the satin …

 

bees and butterflies crave for

such beautified romance

the radiant moon watches them

with ardent looks and fluorescence.

 

dazzles the firefly around the branch

sparkle the petals fallen by chance

inebriating the breathe  of night

smiles the bunch of jasmine on the lawn…

 

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