When sailed the hearts in waters of krishna
Forgetting chaos and sadness of monotonous moments
The cascade soothened to pacify the bruises
Few healed,few forgotten in the tranquilness
Away from world, we live in peace
Seeking a faraway destination
Walking with wind
Walking with wind
I discovered
New blooms
New seasons
While autumn pervaded in nearby valley
Spring advents on another hill ;
Blissfully sang the rivulet passing through
mountains
Down in the plains
it died of suffocation,Parched with polluted contaminants ;
Like the light of golden aureate
brightens on my face
While another sleeps in dark chariot
“One step ahead”, faith proclaims
Wherein “Hold back” ,fear states…
The same plant bears a bud to unfurl
On another branch a flower perishes
Walking with the wind
I noticed
adversities – aren’t they nature’s fundamental
walking with the wind
I realized
Law of life
is unanimous and universal.
Fortitude
Fortitude!
Hasn’t it broken sometimes the inner you
while strong trees face storms
haven’t few branches broken in this climatic tyranny
Priceless diamonds are formed by coal
hasn’t the relentless pressure under the gravel broken allotropes of coal
hasn’t the emerging of wings of butterfly
been painful from a metamorphosis of a cocoon
Fortitude!
sometimes is a long enduring journey
sustain and the exquisiteness is borne
give up and nothing’
but broken shackles of you !!!
©Soumya
The wandering breeze
behold ! here comes the wandering breeze
in cycle of time
with lapses and pauses
gushing through old fallen leaves,
fluttering branches,
beneath wings of soaring birdies
ov’r the clouds and hills
whispering murmurs of lore
in seasons of life
…
Lo! here’s the gentle wind
with a metamorphosis in stride…
..
QUARANTINE
syllables, phrases, metaphors
nothing denotes pure intentions
neither proves
the potential traveler
thousand paths you might have walked
countless hurdles tried,
along the cliff,been a savior
or chipped in self for life …
Just quarantine
for none of above shall enforce a new journey
neither define your dream goal
amidst chaos of noises ,
between endless gossips and thousand notes
breathe and live
you are the solitary traveler
be yourself and tread.
©Soumya
Her flight
She cared and believed
It would work
The magic wand of faith hidden in her armor
For all her life,she had struggled the odd
faced adversities and critics ,a furlong
Then what held her head high
and what stopped the cry
Her fallen tears reinstated,
strengthened the roots
flourished branches to open sky
the feathers were let loose
away she flew ,gliding
trying to meet the horizon
as the nest beckoned
the flight returned
Why is the heart restless
for ages , the only hope was a gleam
Sunrise, sunset similar they seemed
Isn’t there a dawn for me ever,she wept
In middle of night,somewhere
her heart trembled while alone she fought
Tears of agony,
Pains of heart
The next morn awaited the soul
For a new start and newer role
To create a new mural of thoughts
To bring the change that eyes look upon
©Soumya
Tis far
Tis far
farther than where my eyes could reach
to the end of another horizon
countless steps I take ,
howsoever miles I walk…it moves further
Is it a mirage,
Nope ,can’t be !
The fruition destination of my efforts.
Far ,farther, farthest
it moves to…
“what do thou seek
what do thou look for”, cries the inner voice in tears,
“Nothing” ,I sulk
Tis me , my journey
I gaze on …
©Soumya
Attached , detached or free?
dangling from the last twig of topmost branch
behind the shrub of small wildflowers
amidst the verdure of freshly borne feel
while the satin petals smile and bloom
dewdrops kiss the skin
gazes the flower upto the blue
while blushing maiden peeps from behind clouds
alike the pure emotions of heart
the lily attached to its tree
yet is detached and free…
winging to the sky …through day or night
while the moon glides
©Soumya
In chasm of time
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
The fragrance beckons
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
