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
shook the canopy of firm beliefs law of impermanence wins I rush aside to pinch, O! Thee ! Is this the truth or a destiny fragile!!!
what is perpetual,ceaseless besides the sun,moon and innumerable stars rivers floweth, and clouds walk over the destined path…
nature invariably incarnates transforms and regains tis only the human, which neither forever remains nor lives as in the body of flesh without being stale…
the essence of creation, the fragrance of flower the blueness of heaven the serene flow of river the smile of a baby the soul of a human ne’er die contrary to the law of impermanence of the Universe!
then how shall , me and Thee ! leave indelible marks tie ourselves with the ne’er opening knot…
Wait!
Tis ! the divine that binds us, Tis the force cosmic that fastens us in bonds of ancient births kindling the flame twin, in souls enlightening the darkened eleventh door, Tis the ethereal cosmos, life obeys the law of the Absolute one in every age by his norms!
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I often came across a face,
which wore a masquerade circadian
bright flashy,sometimes grey
when eyes flashed as pretense.
while it stepped out
dodging the world
The ruse, it played
became deceptive aid.
Changing masks, a regular charade
simulation of hidden guile
What a guise,
the face plates?
Façade of false expressions
Pose of honest imitation
Sly,deceit the masquerade’s colour,
Which hath you put today
O! clown of disguise
What’s your colour?
will you ever see your real image
your real reflection?or will the masquerade be your shroud forever?
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An epitome of grace,
as figurine in tribhanga
The ultimate superfluous aura radiates
in the dancing statuette …
on beats pulsating,reverberate which the atoms of air
she steps on earth,kissing the soil of her motherland
with hands folded in a lotus shape,
her fingers offer the love of her heart,
she, the classic danseuse of Konark!
Behind her, wheels of the royal chariot of Sun stand
withstanding years of scorching heat and sordid weather
The rustic sandstone roughens every moment
while her feet thumps in rhythm ,on every beat of the Mridanga!
Echoes the melancholic intense love of Geet Govinda,
sways the sculptured posture like a waving petal…
tenderly mesmerizing the ambience
in every atom of the milieu …
starts the Abhinaya.
What an enchanting sight!
an alluring panorama…
The vista shines in flamboyance
in the ethereal dance
with the myriad hues of heaven…
Tribhanga: Pose of Odissi dance.
Mridanga: Indian drum,
Abhinaya: an Odissi dance form
Geet Govinda: an epic in form of verse written by Jaidevphotocredit:odissistyle.blogspot.com
“me” the universe rotates around,
swirled “I” in the prism of creation
dissolves the outward character
like a particle of salt
I be a part ,now of the supreme ocean…
One drop ,is what I become of the
gigantic waters…
What for then”I” cried and wailed
When tis the drop ,what I become!
Rather promiscuous in the flowing waves
“I” the wanton , merge
in the flaps of that motion
carries which to the soul of bliss,
in form of a dancing dervish!!!
spins my legacy,
my originating designate
in atoms of the Supreme
I” assimilate ….
I wish to be the tiny flower lies who,
at the feet of thine…
Instead of the jewel that shines in thy crown
O! immortal Krishna ! I sing your praise
in verses of mine!
The brilliant gem bedecks your aura
Outstands it every precious stone
O! but it cannot see thy face benevolent
even while decorating… in thy diadem…
I , the lonely flower, rest in thy feet
grace bestows my presence
When thy eyes look at me…
Thou universe that rotates around you thee!
I unaware of the method,
here! I sit and surrender at your feet
O! Krishna ! Raise me from
the chasms of time!
O! look ,there’s the real poet
who pulled out his heart
adorned it with
“the blows of ruthless love”
the mute feelings unearthed from gravels
slide as drops across the scar
creating a magical aura
in between the theme.
The silken imagery of fabulous scenes
diced with stupefying verses
dipped in the blood ink.
Oh! He rolled out his soul
on the streets and alleys
where once lived his wife to be
in the deserted palaces
and through the lanes of slum
wanders he , frantically.
Wondrously he conversed with the birds
Kissed the floating clouds
flowers danced to his tunes
in broad daylight , he fears
Under the starlit sky, he wanders
Alone he undertakes the journey
for miles in deep slumber
and in his solitude .
Look ! Oh! There’s the real poet
His soul dripping with blood and love
resented by the world
he now
is named lunatic
psychic he is referred to
on the path of destiny.
silently the stream cuts through
the green land into two
runs the parting silken
adorned with the water crystal clear
tiny sparkling drops
glitter in the midst
thousand uncleaned feet
loved and kissed
thy splendour shines in
the golden light of love
like a silver ornament
which bedecks on a woman.
listen to the music melodious
the fluttering of leaves in shade of summer
the river gushing through rocky terrains
the chirping of birds on dawn
rains droplets falling in rhythm…
blissful tune of the nightingales
stormy winds and lashing waves
the cool serene touch of grass
flying above the cottonballs
standing mountains sheltering, the land afar…
Harps the wind on the twigs and trees
the melody of a song pristine…
enchanting as the flute of the lord
the harmonic composition
of the MIGHTY KING!
soumyav 