In chasm of time


 

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

 

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MANSION


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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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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

 

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Few steps…


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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


 

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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


 

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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!

To that horizon…


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Where land ends and meets the sky

dissolve the golden and earthy pastels nearby

to that horizon

O ! My love!

I wish to travel before I die

Where mingle our breaths

heart beats dance on same rhythm

to that universe ,

let us walk down

and create a new heaven.

where kisses the saffron ,

maiden earth in twilight of dusk so near

to that periphery of cosmos,

come ! Let’s glide and travel.

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