My 800th Post- “MY WORDS”

Dear friends,

It has been a long journey till here  ,as I publish my 800 th post today. Iam thankful to every reader, visitor, viewer of my blog and my friends who continously have encouraged me with their loving comments and through their presence. For my simple words , I write this!

 “For affluence , I do not have words
my thoughts are unique.
different is my verse…
thou shall be comforted in the raging summers
as the lucid pleasant sprinkle on your cheeks
from the emotions of my poetic drizzle…
in chilling frosty weather
the ablaze of my burning passionate words
will warm thy soul as ever…
on lone nights, they can comfort thou
like a cuddling pillow
absorbing thy worries in dark hours…
in thy setbacks, or fall
inspiring, zestful glimpses
will make you stand with fervor.
O! friend ! my words cannot be diverse
but my reflections are unlike and inimitable”

 

Best wishes,

Soumya

 

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SUSURRUS !

in auburn shades of the fall
amidst the maple leaves
scattered on the ground
lost is a tale
an unspoken love of silent hearts.

while the breeze carries them away
they flutter and rustle
murmuring about the touching emotions
in silent whispers …

rigged by the society,
pushed through an alley vile
the susurrus of their eternal tale
ceaselessly lives under the blue sky!

 

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SPARE THE WORLD !

Dear friends,

The world has shook with terror again , seeing the Israeli attacks on the Gaza, killing hundreds of people. They have targeted homes and several victims include kids and teenagers. When shall this act of invasion stop and the world shall be spared from this kind of waged war.

The picture is just 20 hours ago.

  An alarming news about the same: A Norwegian physician currently in the Israeli-besieged Gaza Strip has fiercely censured the Tel Aviv regime for its use of cancer-inducing bombs against the Palestinian population. –

See more at: http://en.alalam.ir/news/1611010#sthash.nmHMASmx.dpuf

 

 

Spare the world for some time,
traders of death and vile
the sky is loathsome with smokes of grey
terror echoes in the region, gunshots play the game.

Merciless cannons blast the homes
reside where the innocent teenagers and toddlers
under the crumbled structures of the devastation
look for the corpses of the loved ones.

How can’t your hands tremble and waive
While you wreck the helpless civilians
How not your hearts sink
When hundreds are killed without reason…?

Beneath the sky ,so dark and not azure
rise the fumes of hatred and agony
come ,extinguish the flames
of this inhumane behavior!

 

AGE

 

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Age gracefully as, the day
transforms which beautifully
into  twilight
ripens the sky with different hues
while  breeze gets pleasant at dusk
after being sultry ,
mature thus like the day which
merges with  darkness of night silently
awaiting for the new morn to be dawned
sleeping in its arms gently !

COURAGE

stormy night
roaring wind
thundering sky
blurred sight…
afar a
flickering light
tries to remain ablaze
…
as the courageous one
who stands firm
even in sordid weathers…
fights continously
against the waves!

Let her sleep!

LET HER SLEEP
Amidst the weeds and few roses,
lies silently,
the girl in white…
in deep sleep

Shh! Dnt talk here
she will wake up…
After long , the dreams
are here
so do not tread…
she is tired and fatique…

sings the lullaby
melodious wind
caressing the sleeping queen!

Sheds few drops , the clouds as tears
quenching her thirst since years
Let her rest …
Let her be in peace
Beside the coffin ,
The nightingale weeps!

 

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Tis’ your journey

tis your journey,
which you undertake
on the lonesome path
for miles before you rest…
afar lies the horizon,
prickly branches near
the sun will scorch your tender skin’
if you aren’t strong and
stand with valour…
lift thy spirits in dark nights
through dense jungles
scary beings of fear and death
shall haunt you
if you don’t have faith ever.
tis your journey,
O! young soul…
traverse on the path
till you touch the blue sky
and finally kiss the stars….

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In Solitude, I hear !

Gaped the tired restless eyes through eternity
piercing the silent whispers of the starry sky
hearing the conversation between the radiant moon and its love
throughout the emptiness,dwelt the heart in the ether of sky…

Reminiscences like fumes of incense
filled the air with scented memories
blooms of night jasmine smiled
at the solitude ,being alone and clear…

listening to the chords of inner voice
with the quiet atmosphere
resounded the night
directions of life to be taken…
Thence I find a path obscure
reaches which to the gorgeous moon in heaven
neither commonly traversed nor taken …

decides the mind, in accordance with the inner realm
The route of self-realization
which commands
real courage and valor,
to stand firm on every avenue
until the goal is achieved with perfection…

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Melancholic drops!

shared I , the melancholic drops

fell which on the blossom of life

drenching my fabric

whence I treasure a casket

of those translucent gems for you.

 

not before long

they had rolled swiftly

away was the spring of love then,

missed thy ,my gorgeous raindrops

doused which as the early monsoon.

 

I realize ,how precious you

find them, glittering and shining

preserved , saved thus

like jewels

the drops melancholic…

 

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Danseuse of Konark!

An epitome of grace,

as figurine in  tribhanga

The ultimate superfluous aura radiates

in the dancing statuette …

on beats pulsating,reverberate which the atoms of air

she steps on earth,kissing the soil of her motherland

with hands folded in a lotus shape,

her fingers offer the love of her heart,

she, the classic danseuse of  Konark!

 

Behind her, wheels of the royal chariot of Sun stand

withstanding years of scorching heat and sordid weather

The rustic sandstone roughens every moment

while her feet thumps in rhythm ,on every beat of the Mridanga!

 

Echoes the melancholic intense love of Geet Govinda,

sways the sculptured posture like a waving petal…

tenderly mesmerizing the ambience

in every atom of the milieu …

 starts the Abhinaya.

 

What an enchanting sight!

an alluring panorama…

The vista shines in flamboyance

in the ethereal dance

with the myriad hues of heaven…

 

Tribhanga: Pose of Odissi dance.

Mridanga: Indian drum,                           

Abhinaya: an Odissi dance form
Geet Govinda: an epic in form of verse written by Jaidev

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