Unfurled petals as they seem, The curved lashes black and shining, Who prevent the deluge to the brim… cupping up the falling drops of destiny… with every cascade of the fall, breaks the delusion and fallacy to let the sublime stream flow without inhibition… thy petals ! herald the advent of spring, the fall and rains behind lay stranded, they embrace the fragrance of the bouquet brought with winds of the mist!
RETREAD TO NATIVE SOIL
When the auburn setting sun fainted
I dipped in the shades of reminiscences
flew the sprightly dancing birds
Migrating back to the home of their old ancestral…
Unlike the human who leaves
ne’er turns and looks back
The scent of the nostalgic dust
Of thy motherland
although when fills the nostril
of the wetted eye…
How hath the colour changed of the sky
I watch the clouds move
from the place where I once dwelt
to newer horizon…
long years ripens the hair
white silver streak visible
yet awaits the native soil
re tread of the same feet
which has lost the path
under the blue firmament.
NOBLE PROFESSION
Classy chose few embellished dreams They signify the status and reach impractical and hard to decipher The nomenclature of the modern day objective. What fuss the jargons create thus piling with verbiage leaving aside rectitude and veracity with dancing doldrums of the coloured goals announces the widely acclaimed aspiration. Preferred if, another idyllic venture Lies which beyond the commoner’s comprehension assumes the widespread then there doesn’t exist any such profession. In servitude of mankind thus to render free expression in form of few precious words which reveal the candor of self to uplift the withering sense of the perishing humanity… is my chosen noble profession.
TRUTH
Waves endless contemplate
attentively meditate over one reflection
sentiments of myriad feelings getting notions of different impressions.
Instincts say, intuitions talk,
attachment of strong invisible bond
remain immortal in the air…
atmosphere changes the scene
With the weather
The aura of this amalgamation
Breaks never.
Believe or trust are strings
Of its notion
The truth is always eternal…
Divine manifests when prevails
Love and truth
eradicating the fear of losing forever.
Vaidehi- The woman!
Sanctified flames, she had to with stand to etch a mark of her pureness without an inch of flesh burnt her soul inflamed for ages… Immaculate heart ,she could show none, her innocence became her sin to have a heart sinless in the world of devils, she shed a tear, her heart bled, yet the impeccable serene smile gleamed her being had impregnable faith she will be purged from the muck therein. born as a princess, wed to an epitome she wandered with him through forests struggling through every means to remain his devoted… Was it an offense, that she was silent and resilient , that she faces the pyre of apotheosis!
THE GOLDEN FISH
When the running brook sang
lilting tunes of magic
the air danced on beats rhythmic…
sprung ,up & down,
forth in the stream,
the golden fish in ecstasy…
she glided,she swimmed
wading through waters
midst the valleys and hills…
around the rocks
ov’r the stones…
on reverberating notes…
whilst in the exhilarating journey
the golden fish of a simple species
lived her life in a true spirit.
Silver sky
I walk under the grey clouds for distances
to get a glimpse of the silver sky,
where the golden ray strikes and pierces through
on the dead patch of ground on earth
darkened since long!
Trailer of “Suroor of the soul”
Enjoy the video trailer of the book” Suroor of the soul” which was recently launched at Delhi.
The book is now available on Flipkart ,especially for the Indian readers! Order a copy and enjoy the journey of “Suroor”.
Like a fountain !
Like a fountain of selfless love I dispersed the atoms of life emptying my heart filling yours every time… immersed in the gigantic hugeness of thy persona I shyly stood in the shadow of being humble to the divine. What is of me ! I ne’er cared for loved ones I died and cared, Spray ! eternal fountain thy shower of fragrant mist infuse in me the strength and endurance to sustain!
The Final meet
the earthly pastels saw the morning dawn, when the lush green meadows ran through the long stretches... met the flowing brook whilst on their way ...little flowers bloomed and kissed the charming sway. the tiny weeds along the path brushed and saw the new grasses born... and far away a cry reaches another ear,miles apart across thousand seas, under the vast stretched sky echoing semblance of loved thoughts singing epics of the eternal bond ... here arrives on the heart of the ultimatum on the verge of the universal sphere in the aura of the pristine atmosphere under the colours of the azure amidst the fragrance of thousand jasmines the final meet.. the unison of the earthy colours with the golden aureate destined and predestined to meet...
soumyav 