I know not the change nights long or the sweating day's pain Is it the moon’s peeping game or the wildflower’s fragrance putting Samsara to shame? the flow of time and course alters abruptly and ceaselessly moves sometime letting the scarlet dusk embrace me or often leaving the stars in jealousy while the dewy drops sparkle I await momentous fancies dreaming of being real on the sandy shores when our intertwining fingers and seashells will play. ©Soumya
The humming river
Let us flow like the perennial river
gushing past the rocks
through the valleys
and down the hills to
our heaven.
let us hear the song of chirping birds
play with butterflies
bloom with the orchids
and roll on meadows laughing
and cuddling over.
let us climb to the sky
catch the stars twinkling
and draw doodles
of love on heaven
will you come over
or beckon me there
to flow together
like the humming river?
Traveling
“Leave a drop for me”
amidst the deluge of emotions
how withers life
desiccated and dried
palpates the heart inside…
“leave a drop for me,”
cry the weeping eyes!
so
“I can breathe for a moment..
I can live for another moment”
floweth the stream incessantly
while life dies
Tireless eyes-
Tireless eyes–
watch the setting sun’s scarlet mask
a young morn, enfurling petals
The lonesome cacti in sordid desert
orchids blossoming as fragranced love in cold hearts of summer…
What if they become tired and close for few moments
Nay! The noisy chaotic shimmer of dutibound survival
shall enforce them to be wide open…
not long to reach their goal
The pair of epic witness
thus shall retire
Ne’er again …
the world would look beautiful
when those pretty eyes close
the curtain forever…
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The lonely nightingale !
whence shall I be freed from the bondage of destiny
in blind clutches,
tied securely with strings
Breathlessly the body sinks,
ageing with the duties endlessly…
the cluster of orchids drooped
whilst I was busy in the chores of world
not once I got to touch the
enchanteur
failed the effort…
nothing earned…
why does the lonely nightingale then sing
song of solitude in melancholy
there’s a melody in her voice
inside the four walls
she sings and dies. photocredit: king.portlandschools.org
HAPPY DIWALI TO ALL !
Thee , the emperor of the cosmos,
one who reigns the galaxy,
The pristine nature
blushes
on his glance…
whose tears flow on earth
as sacred Ganges,
To thee! I salute,
who visions the creation…
..
Soul of mine , thine art,
Thou colours have painted …
with the emblazoned emotions
…whence shimmers my heart…
I owe to Thou ,
the Supreme Lord ,
Craftsman of this existence
The Magnanimous artiste,
Every second, every moment,
Every joy,
that I have knoweth
Every tear,
every breath ,
the ceaseless energy
that keeps me dead or alive!!!!
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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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“I & my solitary creeper”
The fortress is my companion,
its walls my confidante
within the fortified ramparts
lie ,I and my solitary creeper.
It clings to a side
with a desire to feel the warmth
I, lost and abandoned
look for an auspice …
together we bind
knot ourselves in a string
hope where swings
light shines …
Hail ! thy wind ,we call upon
send us the fresh breath of the faraway blossoms
our air is stale
sleeps,the fortress in silence
I and my solitary creeper
fly away with the wind!
Fanaticism
while the mind gets narrowed
with borders and limits
the heart constricts
suffocating emotions and sentiments
regardless of realization
acts a human foolish
fanaticism becomes the idol
of this age…
Those extreme views which
ne’er hath profited mankind
shreds the skin with a scrape
such thoughts guile and uncanny
knoweth not
this is not progress.
worrying,the situation
the fiend views
filthy minds put all at stake…
how shall the human race survive
how doth this world be saved?
soumyav 