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.
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
dangling from the last twig of topmost branch
behind the shrub of small wildflowers
amidst the verdure of freshly borne feel
while the satin petals smile and bloom
dewdrops kiss the skin
gazes the flower upto the blue
while blushing maiden peeps from behind clouds
alike the pure emotions of heart
the lily attached to its tree
yet is detached and free…
winging to the sky …through day or night
while the moon glides
©Soumya
In chasms of time shall the world
try to find
searching in remaining ashes
in the burnt petals
Fragrance! that would pervade
beneath the buried treasures
those alphabets of emotion
gazes of selflessness
while sprinkling dust
on death of time…
©Soumya
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
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 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
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
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!
soumyav 