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
Attached , detached or free?
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 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
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
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…
6th Blog Anniversary
Dear friends,
As I woke up to the beautiful message from WordPress to remind me of the blog’s 6th anniversary, I looked back and realized this had been a wonderful journey of evolution,whether it is writing poetry, life or anything,we eventually grow and evolve.
Thanks to WordPress which gave me this platform and connected me to few of wonderful people I had ever come across.The most important has been Shaheen Dhanji who has been a friend, co author, guide and inspiration all through out. Few friends like Vishal, Rachna , Rekha , Eric, Wendell,Jensy have been always encouraging.
I would like to take this opportunity and share few updates and captures of the recent developments . Although I rarely come on WordPress and the rate of posts have reduced, it always feels amazing to connect to the fellow bloggers. I always have the urge to come back and post my works here. WordPress has been like a family to me which encouraged me when I had just started the voyage .
The picture is captured while I got felicitated by the Chairman, Zilla Parishad , Vijayawada on occasion of International Multilingual Poetic Meet. The anthology already has found place in the Limca Book of World Records with more than 948 poems in 85 languages from across the world. My poems in four different languages are a part of this prestigious anthology.
What better way of celebrating the 6th bloganniversary than sharing this info here with the bloggerfriends,as this poetic journey had started from here .
Thanks for all the love and support.
Stay blessed,
Best wishes,
Soumya
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
Silent sky
Silent sky
Impregnated clouds
Rains awaited and
So thoughts bursting aloud…
Empty courtyard beckons
Tis monsoon
Showers can’t rinse
dried lines of old tears
cluster of flowers bathe in
upheaval tides of ocean
the sail will have its own course
changes when the season.
©Soumya
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.
soumyav 