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
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
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
SCARLET
And numb …under the orchid
I had awaited your steps since dawn
here you return …when the sun is about to set
When forgotten are promises
Lost are desires ,buried under the soil
The urge has vanished
and I motionless & still
stare at you…
The sun sets with a dab of crimson. It was all scarlet like my blood.
©Soumya
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
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 !
The walk
The hanging branches of orchids which yearn to droop
And reach me
How enchanting they appear and soothing while their petals brush against my cheek
Isn’t the path where I step barefooted embrace my feet into its heart deep
While the nostalgic air brings sense of belonging to my traveling soul
Which remains awake for nights before it finally rests to sleep
Doesn’t the echoing bells of a temple nearby thud my core ,whence I vibrate with
my pulse dancing to the cosmic lore
will n’t I be teary eyed when overflows my core with emotions inexplicable and words get lost
in the forest where I travel
they like the new born leaves shy ,sometimes shiver as the dried aged ones do before they die
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 Unsung Lore
the unsung lyrics of thou and me
reside in the involute spirals of life
sometimes being blown by winds of time
often displayed as colours of a tiny butterfly
Oh ! that tiny shell knew the lore
heard it while lying offshore
tis a fable of thou and me
sung by nature silently
…
beyond the perishable limits of life
crossing the impermanence line
yeah! it dwells like fragrance in flowers
as luminous radiance of moon for hours
in the dancing waves of the pragmatic ocean
in the notes of reed made with blades of scattered plants
growing far in forests or like the sanddunes of a desert…
Hear the melody
we blend as music and words
in moments of ecstasy.
soumyav 