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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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.
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.
through the broken pane of thy window,
peeps the silvery streak
glows thine radiance in luminous waves
why doth it then steal
the charm of thy cheeks,
knoweth it not,
thou art mine,
mingles it in thy silken locks,
rusheth out quickly,
hiding behind the grey peaks …
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soumyav 