DILEMMA
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
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!
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
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
Rhetoric
Ah! Exclaimed the unknown poet
Bidding adieu to the world of sleeping souls
“Will thou never wake up
anyday before the
temple bells or will the sound of
a blowing conch stir thy senses
Then thou would get up from the slumber”
In dark , have thou lived
Forgetting the golden hours
When the prismatic rays kissed
Thy temple’s horizon
…long before the birds sang thine praises
And perched beside the mangoflowers…
Now sleeps the land
and thou folks in inebriation of materialistic ,egoistic treasures
Leaving aside the golden strokes
of humanism….
Shattering idols of faith…creating statues of stone and places of fearful altar
Mingle thou in dust while thy soul shrieks to remind
illumine the cavern
Then would be the advent of
An age utopian…
@Soumya
Isn’t that the world we dreamt?
Isn’t that the world we dreamt
loving daisies and tulips smiling
few stars to count in the bare open sky of a sleepless night
while the moon peeped and stared at our clumsiness and laughter
and the waves of Adriatic would caress the symphony of our souls in pleasure
Won’t that be the astral world of ecstasy
blissful and non pragmatic
divine and perpetual in nature?
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.
Like a Bohemian
Like a bohemian she moved to places
A nomad at heart
as a bird in sky
swirling the colourful skirt of aspirations
paints down every town red and and streaks of turquoise
hadn’t the cuckoo perched every branch
hiding from the limelight
beneath the vast azure she vanishes
as a star during daylight
what if the colours create a motif
of a saga in humble words
she runs behind the tall corridors
where sleeps since years a history epical…
do not dissect the words or rhyme
forget to decipher or analyze
her pastels sing
her trinkets dance
words paint
and voice charms
faraway the bohemian lives
away from the world in a realm of dreams
moving under thousand suns
soumyav 