In chasms of time shall the world
try to find
searching in remaining ashes
in the burnt petals
Fragrance! that would pervade
beneath the buried treasures
those alphabets of emotion
gazes of selflessness
while sprinkling dust
on death of time…
©Soumya
Oscillating between births
innumerable pauses and hurdles
As the golden sun rises to sprinkle
Light and love without failure
Awaits the champa, golden orchid
beckon of the fragrance
of night jasmine
The companion of divine nature since years…
©soumya
built on the stacks of love
rendering moments with finesse and compassion
oh! so is the mansion of life
fitted with murals and sculptures of moments miniscule
…
would anyone bother to have a look
on the intricate work of bonds in details
will any glance ever realize
the pain of gathering the same
…
Often, everything gets lost in the long way
except the structure that
stands and the hands
which stacked the bricks…
©Soumya
soumyav 