when strings like gossamer hold and entangle
in between the soul oscillates and dangles
to scot free from earth , to flee to astral
while getting the impeccable sprinkles of divine conjecture’
amidst the push and pull
with the force of centrifugal
churns the spirit
essence of evolution.
They nv’r learnt to rest
The untiring pair stood everywhere –
in corridors, in queue
struggling for survival
even in nights, beside the bed
burdened with duty, the lonesome pair
They surprise
shock
smile over and share
“Tis our dedication” ,spoke the duo very clear
filling the corridors with resonance
proclaiming their presence
I unfailingly rest for few hours
While the pair of energetic legs stand forever
this time the ink has dried like my spring of feelings parched over time and ages season seems frigid buds remain unbirthed flowers seem withered stagnant is nature nothing changes arid becomes heart tongue becomes voiceless agony is the new me pain is the new name. ©Soumya
Like the blossoming of flower in spring, have unfurled the petals of writing . Every unfurling birngng out a new essence and beauty to the depth and fragrance of poetry and writing.
As I complete 7 years on this platform I would wish to thank all my blogger friends who have been friends encoraging supporting my work activities online and offline…
This note would never end without mentioning Shaheen, my loving friend whom I met on WordPress and who is a mentor, guide, friend and a legend in the world of Arts and Culture.
May the world and family of bloggers continue to support each other with love and compassion .We need peace and understanding in this era of chaos and hatred.
Let this community be a sign of strength and uniqueness for everyone in the world
Thanks and Love
Soumya
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
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!
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
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…
..
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
