QUEST


 

under the expanse of colours

where breathes life due to HIS desire

infinitesimal are such glimpses

whence overwhelmed is the atmosphere

yearns to express the soul

often losing words as eyes trickle few pearls

to compensate the mute emotion

away from the worldly plays

in silence cries the soul craving for eternity

and

The quest continues forever…

©Soumya

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Featuring Soumya Mohanty Vilekar: Artist, poet humanist, producer and author


When fellow logger friend interviews you on and bring sout various aspects of your work,one feels proud and touched !
This interview is an interesting one and Iam sure you all will love it. Thanks to Vishal for letting me talk freely .

Vishal Bhidu

Soumya Mohanta Vilekar is the founder of Audumbar Arts and book author. Soumya Mohanty Vilekar is the founder of Audumbar Arts and book author.

Meet the very inspiring, Soumya Mohanty Vilekar. She wears many hats: poet, book author, a certified patent holder in Powder Metallurgy, ambassador for the global initiative World Pulse, is behind the initiative Revolutionary and has now turned producer with her maiden venture, the Sufi song Jogi de Naal through her newly created production company Audumbar Arts. Soumya who has released several books, including the anthology of poems, Suroor of the soul with her partner Shaheen and is a sub-editor at the Hindi quarterly magazine AkhandBharat never cease to inspire and surprise us. I can vouch for that. She has been a good friend who keeps inspiring me at every end. The Pune-based writer and owner, Proprietor who stayed in Dubai for a very long time speak to me in this interview on the Sufi song, Jogi de Naal which…

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My new venture” Jogi De Naal”


Dear friends,

It has been long since I shared a word with you directly and somehow have been posting less poems than earlier,all because of busy schedules, other involvements  and my new venture.

Yes, learning and evolving keeps us vibrant and lively. My new venture is a project I was working on  produced by my newly established company  “AUDUMBAR ARTS” which would deal with production of music videos, albums, short films and also organize art, music and poetry festivals in future.

As of now, the first video,a Punjabi Sufi fusion “Jogi De Naal” has been released today on Eid  by Audumbar Arts in association with Zee Music Company.

This is a stepping stone for me and the newly  born company.

Iam sharing the YouTube link  with all of you here and hope you all would love it.

Kindly watch and share if you enjoy the song!

 

Best wishes,

Soumya

The Rainy Season


 

The Rainy season- A random musing

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Like the beautiful  flowers of palash, popularly known as fire of the forest, I was burning . The inner turbulence  like the  upheaval of tides made me rise and fall against the heavy rocks of life.

Had the shore been sandy ,I wished to have laid myself on the shore surrendering to  the splashing waves of a sea,but nonetheless,it was n’t such.It was rocky.

Life isn’t what we dream and wish for! We have to create a path to realize this dream  and then walk on it ,many a times getting pierced by innumberable thorns .

The fragrance which disseminates in the atmosphere is usually of the wild flowers growing on open meadows and hillsides, those which bring freshness in life and also in the monotonous mundaneness. Pruned, I loved watching birds flying in the sky, they seemed to be so happy, free and delighted ,marching towards their goal . Their wings unfettered and whistling to their favourite tunes they sang whenever they wished .

A sense of freedom filled the heart and I wished I could fly thus like the wading birds.

The riot of colours in the evening sky brought more nostalgia  as I walked towards the mound on the top of the mountain. This rainy season, nothing had changed.

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Sneak I through the silence

shearing the quiet  fear ,

As I shred

filaments of pain in pieces and bury deep

in gravels of past .

The new saplings of hope grow and flourish

blooming cluster of flowers

few sprinkling drops rejuvenate when they are about to die

Tis law of nature , I , mere the gardener

Come ,lets drown the precarious apprehensions

And live freely to create murals as

hieroglyphical scripture

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