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
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…
Timidly the moon moved
from behind the clouds
Peeping for a while
then secretly singing aloud
“where art thou”?
It sang the song of separation
A tale of memories stacked and stored in minute cages
of the golden heart.
Melancholy and romance dissolved
in the mood of its birth,
perplexed watching the flow of time
and awaiting for destined moment of life.
Stars of galaxy ,
twinkling in the Milky way
live & thus survive.
©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 !
Tis not Halloween’
donning a mask,
lives lived
like on stage , they believed
world is surely a theatre
and we the actors…
forget they while
running through script of the legend
the ink flowed out of incontinence
behind the curtain ,
exists the real
curtailing while shaking hands
endless follies,what true nature
hath a human displayed
weeps the soul under the canopy of body
in large measures
masks attractive, masks colourful
Halloween allows phantasmagorical faces
yet every day isn’t Halloween
forgets the human
switching masks umpteen.
The Invisible Dagger
Tis the invisible dagger that slits and pierces an indifferent song again dances on the thumping beats of my heart yet again, the wound stings letting the searing tears reign the start blisters, how many, how doth they vanish … by any magic balm? I swallow the flood of extremeness in a moment I hide behind my stretched smile how far, how long the deep bruise prolongs let me know O! my lord …under this dark with thy drops of twinkle I hope and hope till the last of an infinitesimal moment whence the flower will be caressed and not slit with the invisible dagger of a morning , of a dawn of an era, while I live on.
“Tangles of Jealousy”
oh ! the tangles of jealousy,
where doth they drive one
into
the dark cave of hatred and false ecstasy…
how the heart like a chameleon turns
red ,sometimes bitter green…
Oh ! narrow minded alleys of such hearts
beware, thy happiness is momentary.. for
love in drops of divine
immaculate and selfless
is eternal and endless…
blossoms which on every perch is life
while moss forms on stagnant minds…
Try ways
and acts
O! jealousy!
thy face will always be decked
with superficial jewels
and a clear heart
will bejewel truth for serenity
©Soumya V
One Life
I need one life
a life of few moments
as the falling sand counts against the race of time
while in unison the momentous instants merge and dance
on the rhythm beats of
clouds and drizzling raindrops
they succor on my skin
as thou once wished ,
in between the pauses , as we rest and move away
our back to each other
I think of you and you of me
envisioning our tale in the newly emerged leaf of spring.
soumyav 