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...



Where from you arrive
O! wind
why is the hurry to
wash and rinse
every stride...

didn't you know
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...

- Soumya

The Inner Voice

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?


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"