An Author, Poet, Blogger ,Film Producer. A Vocal Contributor and Community Champion in leadership group on Worldpulse, a global platform connecting women across 190 nations.
Also the sub editor of a quarterly Hindi Magazine of National Interest Akhand Bharat Patrika & founder of an all artist's group called Revolutionary Pens.
A joint patent holder hailing from the field of powder metallurgy , love for art has featured poems in numerous poetic anthologies and short stories found way in different e magazines.
Nay ! the world doesn't stop
ov'r any shocking blast that silences
the chirping of children or rustle of life
neither if an old soul makes a noose
to end the strife, or forcibly directed on
mindgames or lies
nor if millions have lost the zeal
to keep their jobs live
or striving for a square meal
once a day in time
Nay! nothing shall move hearts
nothing shall deride
The heart nowadays forgets it's soul
whether we are robots or truly alive
In gravels of dust, in handful of soil
we shall unite
through ashes , or remnants of graves
yet forget to keep the zeal of our purpose qui vive.
Tis a long journey
of different milestones
few get tired in miles
a noted count moves ahead
for furlongs until
the peak is scaled with newer heights...
@soumya
Where from you arrive O! wind why is the hurry to wash and rinse every stride...
didn't you know clairvoyance the crown of thoughts perseverance , the diamond of efforts adorning life
yet you rush, run scot free destroying peaks of glory which tiny fingers built in sand whilst you crush dreams destroying minds...
Halt! breathe for a moment O ! wind you needn't be a turbulence a tornado to be cherished for lifetime Be the westerly wind which rejuvenates reinstates life...
Like the faraway claret coloured sunset
transmuting into a sapphire's blueness
heart flutters in arbitrariness
rushing ache in veins watching flapping silhouettes !
did we ever notice
colours of sky
emerald leaves
twinkled eyes
suppressed smiles
blushing lips
dance of butterflies
or carpet of pearls
on grasser green ?
Else fathomed ever
the soothing touch
immersed in real essence
A potion of pain
in magical fingers
in an embrace
in a cuddle;
in a pat,
as cure of miseries
respite to griefs
absolution to holdbacks
freedom to recover,
liberty to express,
authority to grow;
yet we forget
diminish our charm
losing self
in captivity of limitations
in confinement of materialistic affinities
in detention of superficiality
in shallowness
of living!
When shall then clock strike
to wake us from
the delusion
in cognizance of truth
hearing inner voice?
@soumya
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 for Another day, another hour
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...
@soumya
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
@soumya
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..
@Soumya
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"
-Soumya