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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.


The setting sun today spoke

of tragedies and sorrows

amidst the life of a day

the goblet of fire too

weeps at conjecture

left when its beloved in arms of the night miserable

who engulfs,

the sweetness of melody,

the music of nature of its arrival…

haunting the innocent birds to their nests

shivers the sky

man trembles…

O! human, you knoweth not,

I worry for my beloved,

the immaculate earth, untill the next day ,

when I return

of the nights terror…

she sleeps alone, cuddling ,

while the sky cries,

the earth gets misty…

Alas! I must leave

you

to the fate of your own destiny.

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from the window

of my room trepid,

while barges the first ray of gold

across my site camping

the melody of little thrush

I hear

echoing mildly …

 

hurl I the things next to me

at  the thief , unscrupulous ,

forgets who the ethics code

to steal my sleep forever…

 

hark, the thrush is here

red glimpses amidst the bushes

forget I , my rage

and anger

smile at the welcomed ambience.


 
I love to watch the flying bird
who has the strength to soar higher
regardless of strong winds
manages
to flap the wings
and stay there more…
through the thick clouds
in the high skies, is its flight
hovering over huge mountains
the avian
like a free soul glides.
when will the heart scot free
flying over distant hills
when shall the limits and bonds
vanish,tie which the soul
to a post
in chains of imprisoning.
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SEARCH

 

through the lanes and down  the streets

where once stepped thy feet,

I find myself on faltering knees,

behold! the dust just flew

thou!disappearing

in the gushing wind…

 

the painted vase still vibrates

from the touch of thine fingers,

handicrafts and carpet

exhume thy scent …

the aromatic fragrances mingle…

near the jeweler, who sold antiques

I see thy bracelet silver,

studded with blue sapphires

carved with my name clear…

 

the moon shines overhead

directionless I return,

through the sands of time

lookin’ for another clue in the desert.

 

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Thee , the emperor of the cosmos,

one who reigns the galaxy,

The pristine nature

 blushes

 on his glance…

whose tears flow on earth

 as sacred Ganges,

To thee! I salute,

 who visions the creation…

..

Soul of mine , thine art,

Thou colours have painted …

with the emblazoned emotions

…whence shimmers my heart…

 

 

I owe to Thou ,

the Supreme Lord ,

Craftsman of this existence

The Magnanimous artiste,

Every second, every moment,

Every joy,

that I have knoweth

Every tear,

every breath ,

 the ceaseless energy 

that keeps me dead or alive!!!!

 

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shone the glow of your face in shimmering sparkles
Ya !  I am stupefied, charmed
by the smile of your grandeur…
Floweth like wind,
who caressing the soft temple
my brows are jealous
whisked out quickly the
kiss between their splendor.

the penetrating feel of
the affection,
a simple peck
imprinted on wall of adoration.

oh! I melted in seconds
transformed the frigid nature
like fragments of dew,I
disperse and mingle
with the dancing breeze amateur.

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ransom I the stars tonight,
the blank dull lifeless voids seem to engulf
 the brightness
in chasms of time…
I, with my fervor to bring back the beloved
beside my withered being…
bribe the rulers of the galaxy ,
with a promise to bring them
once on earth
O! twinkling ones!
change thy positions …
rearrange yourself in a such congregation
that my love comes back to me
in few seconds of your relocation.
 
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Dim the hope , bleak appears the future
in every grain of the field’s harvest
rests the destiny of  poor .
while the ones who had
a silver spoon
hardly noticed the worth of a grain…
a morsel was all… for a day,
while the couple sleeps
 under the leaking roof
of the shelter 
with a noise of
roaring stomach
 in emptiness .
One who grows the crop
for millions
feeds
 whose stock
the children of everyone…
he has the glass
full of water
until the morning sun dawns
and he toils again till
his last measure.
The irony of life
 tonnes of food
 being thrown in spills  
as leftovers ,
in garbages,
while the farmer
remains famished .

PAINTING

On fingertips , smudged is colour of the
ethereal ,
rouging over a blank canvas
images of illusory candidness emerge…
gradual strokes, the tender touch makes
silky smoothed the texture
violets, scarlets,lavenders,carmines,
sapphires,turquoise brighten
the alluring render…
a song reverberates in the chamber
pounds where the heart in thunder,
miss I the enchanter
the painter of my existing splendor.

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