DILEMMA

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Carved

 

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

 

 

 

To that horizon…

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.

©

 

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

 

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 !