She lives nowhere
neither in her own cage
nor in open air
homeless, shelterless she moves…
seeking solace
would the tranquil blue provide
her some rest
will the traveling clouds quench her thirst ageless,
in the crowd, she gets lost
her voice diminishing to nothingness
where ‘s she now
where is her abode
in the limitless sky
she searches for her unique dwell.
The last lullaby
It was a rendezvous
a tryst with lost hidden moments
fancied through dreams and imaginations
become alive
as fingers on an vintage collection turn the pages
…
Few drops shed, innumerable smiles captured
the nostalgia of dusty coherence
reminded of old wiped tragedies
…
a cluster of flowers once bloomed
together
It’s autumn time now ,
dear friend
The florets sing the
last lullaby.
soumyav 