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
MANSION
built on the stacks of love
rendering moments with finesse and compassion
oh! so is the mansion of life
fitted with murals and sculptures of moments miniscule
…
would anyone bother to have a look
on the intricate work of bonds in details
will any glance ever realize
the pain of gathering the same
…
Often, everything gets lost in the long way
except the structure that
stands and the hands
which stacked the bricks…
©Soumya
Trend
Thousand wishes I laid on your path
The one with pricking thorns
Flowers weren’t for me
For I resonate fragrance of similar splendor
But crushed often
In distilleries
Squeezed, crumbled
Ain’t life such
Forget the leisure
Treading difficult terrains
Is a trend in my nature
@soumya
Few steps…
few steps and we cross
the gateway of earth
after the crisscross of clouds and few norms
we land on an altar
of stars
beneath , the world appears minute like a dewdrop
here ,we stride in cosmos
beside the planets in backdrop
can we hold and pick them up
place in orbits as we thought?
Life or destiny
can it be aligned and designed as
we presume and want?
©Soumya
Carved
amidst the rumbling chaos and storms
on the rock of life perpetual & strong
thy presence
cut and chiselled a new form
carving emotions on heart and piercing
the veins …
pricking to be alive every moment
every dawn
Tis inexplicable
the hammer
silent blow
and rock
awaiting new shape
new sculpture of life to be formed…
©Soumya
Redundant
I triumphed over the odds
Sometimes to slash the thorns
the blossoms on stretched meadows
caressed wounds while I galloped
as if flying on unicorn
A halt for a while , a shelter under a tree
gathering perspired breaths
rose the spirit to journey
Yeah ! it is the endless path
road to the ethereal resort
tents, huts , caravans
allure midway along
neither any fancies nor any whims
is abreast
to stop the dreams
The soul glimpses and carries forth
A new endeavor to survive on!
Gasp of air
While the thick muck of negative air strangled one’s soul
and stiffened become the veins
in moments life becomes a sore
when brushing aside the sludge of thoughts
Break ,they
the inside of your heart
warns a signal
an alarm
halt! watch and then walk along
Tis sludge
you shall gasp for air
While the wounded spirit slashes past
to rebirth and continue on path…
CHANGE OF SEASON
in thy longing I m lost
within the satin folds of warmth
between endless heartbeats of life
whence will spring advent
the wishful flower thirsts
Stitched
Screams my heart loudly
while lips sealed with
threads of promise
You sewed my heart and knotted it
Leaving the knot entangled forever
neither the pin realized nor the seamster
pined the veins
struggling for air…
stitched by destiny
in tangles of time
walk I towards destination
with a numb smile.
Whence thus…
Treading through rough terrains when in the invisible threads of world entangle lost is the soul in the tandem of livelihood and survival.
Whence thus, whence would
breathe I the fragrance of jasmine
play through forests of green firs
watch the golden over peaks Himalayan
tread along sands of flowing rivers
count the stars lying in a desert
dance with waves of an endless ocean
vibrate in tranquilness
under the sapphire
O! mighty one
paths many I traveled
found umpteen chronicles
thousand relics
but thou reside in me
I knew…
whence would then
thou reveal?
©Soumya
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