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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ALLEYS OF AJMER


In the narrow alleys then

fragrance roses in abundance

The light smell of musk incense filled the air

I frantically moved from lane to lane

in search of you

While the lamps illumined darker corners and stars gazed

music echoed and  heart danced

with  inebriation

forgetting self  in search for your presence

seeking the path to blissful pleasure…

 

lost in crowd ,  joyous and mute

another moment tears overflowed

and washed every glance

Nothing could be seen and known

It was a trance … a gnosis of  love showering

on soul…

onto every  step , I fell

a hand came to save

I move around and still search for you

Alleys of Ajmer

Dust of  you

I breathe your presence

O ! Murshid ! I miss you !

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LIFELESS


Lifeless appears life
Whilst thou sleep through golden light
Having lost the moment and time
What remains is
mirage of life

Mere existence,
Forgetting to breathe
Unheard heartbeats
Criss cross shades umpteen

Lifeless life of monochrome
Tis monotonous if we forget to dream and wish
Colours deluged many a times
 frame remains colourless 

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OFFERING


I offered myself as an offering

On the altar of  beguiled love

Surrendering to the rules of heart

Walked endlessly falling routes

Thorns pierced and so did words

Heart bruised

Wounds opened

Flowers showered when praise showcased

for reason…

Utterless,thankless,

Struggling forever

Oh! The petals shriveled and dried the nectar

Colours forgotten and music lost in

Path to heaven.

An offering I made of myself ,

Nothing more to offer

Seasons change

And I remain thus forever.

©Soumya

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SILENT


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the silent throbbing of heart

whose melody is unheard

longs the yearning in unspoken notes

when will the mingling breaths conjure ?

 

Like two souls lost in a solitary desert

beneath this canopy of stars

Oh ! why do I stand alone again

Whence the peeping  moon

quietly hides behind the  grey clouds

and  vanishes

one tiny drop curls and slides

etching a  dry line

every night thus

my eyes silently witness

©Soumya

“Suroor of the Soul”- Now on Kindle


Hi friends !

With the Kindle version of “Suroor of the Soul ” coming, we feel the book will reach thousands who were not able to get the book delivered at their destinations. Also the evolving trend of  digitization has made things simpler at many places, even in my country where a click can bring things at your doorstep.

Hope the journey of “Suroor of the Soul” continues by spreading the fragrance of illumined realization.

The book is now available on AMAZON KINDLE across fourteen countries.

You can select the region of your residence.

For Indian readers, here is the link: https://www.amazon.in/dp/B071FSQG7P.

You may also find it on KDP SELECT.

We both, Shaheen and me wish you all a blissful journey and a Happy Reading !

Love,

Soumya & Shaheen

Rhetoric


Ah! Exclaimed the unknown poet
Bidding adieu to the world of sleeping souls
“Will thou never wake up
anyday before the
temple bells  or will the sound of
 a blowing conch stir thy senses
Then thou would get up from the slumber”
In dark , have thou lived
Forgetting the golden hours
When the prismatic rays kissed
Thy temple’s horizon
…long before the birds sang thine praises
And perched beside the mangoflowers…
Now sleeps the land
and thou folks in inebriation of materialistic ,egoistic treasures
Leaving aside the golden strokes
of humanism….
Shattering idols of faith…creating statues of stone and places of fearful altar
Mingle thou in dust while thy soul shrieks to remind
illumine the cavern
Then would be the advent of
An age utopian…
@Soumya
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Isn’t that the world we dreamt?


Isn’t that the world we dreamt

loving daisies and tulips smiling

few stars to count in the bare open sky of a sleepless night

while the moon peeped and stared at our clumsiness and laughter

and the waves of Adriatic would caress the symphony of our souls in pleasure

Won’t that be the astral world of ecstasy

blissful and non pragmatic

divine and perpetual in nature?

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