Another day, another hour

Monologues were here
Like the monotonous regime
Of another day another hour
And the hands of clock halted for a moment
Or the sun forgot to scorch lil brighter
The breeze had arrived
With coolness and spright
Wind of change, wind of life
Marching valiantly on borders of time
It hailed silence in between
Yet proclaims
the advent of transformation
Just in time
Another day, another hour



….. 🔐locked inside
between pages of an old book
Ah! Haven’t their wings being clipped
chained to prevent flying
How well they flowed
through mountains
akin cool waters of Alakhnanda
or blooming as bunch of jasmine
colours of rhododendrons sparkling
dissipated fragrance of romance
wherever those lived and traveled
sometimes in gossips at a nearby tea stall of city
or in blown dust by carts of dreams
Dancing in forgotten ambitions of young minds
Where are these! caged in
breathing , suffocating in the walls
Not suffice to create a mural nor any epic of times
resound in speeches on television instead
in flared voices of shows
or whispers of sex and violence
Forgotten their charm
Where are these!!
Bring them out
Let them live, love flourish
adorn our lives as ever
Words…my dear
Words of prose
Words of verses
Words of emotions
Words of nature
Withering in inhibitions….
Waiting for the final flight…of freedom. ©Soumya


Will the sky ever unravel
The sultry colours borne inside
in silence 
the faded ochre of autumn
or the saturated impregnation 
twirled the worlds within 
while awaiting patiently 
for the silver radiance
in dark heaven
 lived to witness
 the white luminescence in clear reflection of
immaculate waters 
 through waxing and waning...

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Solitary Conduit

It’s been a lifetime
A journey of learnings and observations
 Akin to a fairy tale 
as child when I travelled
I walked often
alone through past corridors
through springs, autumns and rainy seasons
While values I glimpsed only in books
Code of morals present in speeches
A human being existed thus
killing conscience
In continuous conflict of self and nature…
I chose differently
from  rest
lone on a solitary conduit
unearthing to  the mighty Himalayas
for all I sought
was courage and clarity 
in heart and in intentions


Invisible peak

after a span of several sunrises 
 or countless nights 
once heard the mind
recurring views of  world
appearing in quarantine...

sleepless had been heart
sleepless my being
rest I can't conjure 
When destination is unseen
Or are we blindfolded
and  invisible the peak
climb when isn't harder
neither far are we...

Then what holds back 
tying the hands
in helplessness, thus to
stall  hoisting of  flag
It ain't any victory 
unless we climb the peak
hours, days relentless
untiring efforts have been

Grip the rock
tighten the rope
faith slides and tramples
when lose we
 the grasping
Hold on! there will be dawn 
 Re instill ...
change will  the constellation of stars
in galaxy..


For Another Dawn

Window of thoughts open
A li'l birdie sitting on sill
Voices names of
Distant hills and flowers
"You know ‘em"
Asked,  the moon
"Nope, they are my
Wishful dreams ,
I have treasured…"
 -"Forgotten in chores of surviving
my true companions
grains I collect and few twigs dry
nest I have , yet breath I lost by"
"Wish I  spread my  delicate feathers
Flutter and fly
 to the distant crimson horizon
Sunsets , rivers, clouds I shall kiss
abide the trail and return
in minutes…"
The birdie sang,
"for another dawn ,
 for another morn
I shall sing melodies
of hope ,I reckon"


The String of Karma

The cycle of life runs
 re brings forth
 landscape of virtual apprehensions
like old Travellers on crisscross roads;
startled by new endeavours, eyes challenge the existence
gaze upon the-
credibility of uniqueness and fervour
status quo of minds question, in pretence
 on frisson  thoughts of dharma;
O! Time , Isn’t it a compulsion
To be beaded in the decked choker woven by
benign hands
Sequined by our actions
adorn thy flair
 in beguiling life
The string of Karma ties and pulls in all directions…



The Eternal Rhythm

Incessant flows the stream of life
errs ne'vr in the ceaseless objective
for we all are dancing on
flute of his rhythm …
In sonorous tunes
on harsher notes
in echoes of old actions
on beats of desirous pangs
we live on fluttering leaf 
trembling on that rhythm …
with dew drops on petals
or compassion in humans
in fall of autumn or
changing colours of being human...
We dance on the cosmic rhythm
of universe and magnificence of 
invisible creator...

- Soumya 


to be slashed 
the vein split into two
lacerating pool of blood 
oozing life's potion in directions 
one never knew

breatheless, lifeless
the body does live
the flame burns in agony
far beneath the Himalayan valleys

Forethink, foretell
what lies ahead
in the journey of a nightingale
the lore of sunrise and sunsets she sang mellifluously
picking grains of love from every field
wrapped in petals of myriad flowers
the tale of unsung love
thus sets to end!

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