Life..feelings ..emotions..inspiration…motivation.. & .spirituality
Lifeless appears life Whilst thou sleep through golden light Having lost the moment and time What remains is mirage of life Mere existence, Forgetting to breathe Unheard heartbeats Criss cross shades umpteen Lifeless life of monochrome Tis monotonous if we forget to dream and wish Colours deluged many a times frame remains colourless ©Soumya
To the alterego
looked up the heart
frantically finding its very own part
amidst the solitude of chaotic silence
while a hope of reassurance sparks
Beside the spirit, walking far
the journey of introspection thus starts .
I offered myself as an offering
On the altar of beguiled love
Surrendering to the rules of heart
Walked endlessly falling routes
Thorns pierced and so did words
Heart bruised
Wounds opened
Flowers showered when praise showcased
for reason…
Utterless,thankless,
Struggling forever
Oh! The petals shriveled and dried the nectar
Colours forgotten and music lost in
Path to heaven.
An offering I made of myself ,
Nothing more to offer
Seasons change
And I remain thus forever.
©Soumya
Volume –
They speak volumes
the reed of a nomad
flow of a brook
gaze of a look
silence of the rocks
impregnated clouds
darkness of the night
twinkling of stars
rustling breeze
a potter’s wheel
a poet’s nib
feelings of heart
©Soumya
Written for THE DAILY PROMPT- VOLUME
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Oh ! who understands the serrated pangs of lone soul
betwixt the gaps of words and intermittently flowing ink
which respires
Living on the feeds of meager food of hope
awaits for a golden dawn in lap of nature…
the lone anklet beckons and sings
fables of fulfillment
under the twinkled envelope of desire
and peeps the moon
through grey clouds
for a glimpse of that
intrinsic ornament in silver …
©Soumya
the silent throbbing of heart
whose melody is unheard
longs the yearning in unspoken notes
when will the mingling breaths conjure ?
Like two souls lost in a solitary desert
beneath this canopy of stars
Oh ! why do I stand alone again
Whence the peeping moon
quietly hides behind the grey clouds
and vanishes
one tiny drop curls and slides
etching a dry line
every night thus
my eyes silently witness
©Soumya
Hi friends !
With the Kindle version of “Suroor of the Soul ” coming, we feel the book will reach thousands who were not able to get the book delivered at their destinations. Also the evolving trend of digitization has made things simpler at many places, even in my country where a click can bring things at your doorstep.
Hope the journey of “Suroor of the Soul” continues by spreading the fragrance of illumined realization.
The book is now available on AMAZON KINDLE across fourteen countries.
You can select the region of your residence.
For Indian readers, here is the link: https://www.amazon.in/dp/B071FSQG7P.
You may also find it on KDP SELECT.
We both, Shaheen and me wish you all a blissful journey and a Happy Reading !
Love,
Soumya & Shaheen
Isn’t that the world we dreamt
loving daisies and tulips smiling
few stars to count in the bare open sky of a sleepless night
while the moon peeped and stared at our clumsiness and laughter
and the waves of Adriatic would caress the symphony of our souls in pleasure
Won’t that be the astral world of ecstasy
blissful and non pragmatic
divine and perpetual in nature?
