the petals flew with wind traveling through cedars and hills what remained... the solitary fragrance invisible , intrigue retreading the journey the returning season in boulevard of memories finds esoteric nectar ... lost yet etched scattered yet embedded redolence of faith dispersed in nature.... @soumya
herein i fortify the roots of nature ones which need love and affection in storms whence they stand stronger deeper to travel more inside the gravel.... roots of life , roots of human cause of ignorance or wisdom anchor thyself, in soil introspect inside what lies on the layer is superficial above the ground...the world is so different underneath... the real roots exist and appear.... @soumyav
Tis tough to ev'r know the depth the ocean where compassion dwells like sapphire it sparkles in drops from corner or blade of grass ... The roar inside is silenced by pricks of thorns or hidden rose branch ...Who knoweth what lies in conscience... walkin the way is our aim; amidst surreal jingles , shimmers rule the game solace unheeded purpose stalk denotation distinct free the soul and finish the task... @soumya
whilst the storm had intentions that were futile the petals reopened blossomed in white the winds had blown shelters of words trying to ransack whole world... in morning light in night mystic the lone flower bloomed on the dignified tree crumpled at times, crushed inside it pined... resilience added to the power of victory truth and immaculateness paved the way to serenity @soumyav
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...
- Soumya
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
©Soumya
….. 🔐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
downhill
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
Revive…
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... @soumya
