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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Fanaticism


while the mind gets narrowed
with borders and limits
the heart constricts
suffocating emotions and sentiments
regardless of realization
acts a human foolish
fanaticism becomes the idol
of this age…

Those extreme views which
ne’er hath profited mankind
shreds the skin with a scrape
such thoughts guile and uncanny
knoweth not
this is not progress.

worrying,the situation
the fiend views
filthy minds put all at stake…
how shall the human race survive
how doth this world be saved?

 

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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Do not wither !


Do not wither
O! season of unison!
Wait until,
I meet my love!

Embrace thy lilies
leap and kiss the
clouds
While I wait
for my companion
Remain here for
sometime more
my love shall arrive
the air will be fragrant again
The birds will sing and
love the flight
Sing! O! season of unison
Here awaits my heart
For the love ,who is miles apart…

 

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