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
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
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
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 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
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
Where hath thou vanished in the blue
no shadow,no silhouette , neither can I see you
silent,quiet where doth you sit
under the blossomed tree of love,I await…
Is my fragrance lost , or my dreams fake,
where hath you gone dear,
Here, I await…
The moon radiant tonight smiles at me
did you not know, I await to see thee?
come back, O! muse,
here I await,
there is still time to bid adieu
from this heart, my mate!
O! Raga
the ancient rhythm of my soul, how cautiously you move
infinite waves rise and fall, dancing on
heartfelt tunes
crashing against the world
tis old traditions .. while weeps the soul in a nook
where art thou!
the blissful Raga
can I compose a melody just for you?
in monsoons
wet you with my verse
or soothe you with a lucid song
in summers?
the serene music of nature
what makes the fall smiling
when deciduous trees wither
the serene music of nature
Tis the rhythm of my soul
O Raga!
that beats on a celestial composition.
soumyav 