Silent sky


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Silent sky

Impregnated clouds

Rains awaited and

So thoughts bursting aloud…

 

Empty courtyard beckons

Tis monsoon

Showers   can’t rinse

dried lines  of old tears

 

cluster  of flowers bathe in

upheaval   tides of ocean

the sail will have its own course

changes when the season.

©Soumya

 

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On that perch!


O! The singing herald

chirp on that perch

which awaits the sunshine

and seeks hope…

on the branch emerged few new leaves

tender  and fluorescent green…

no, it still isn’t that strong enough

to hold the nest of life,

yet it remains unbent and straight

in days of storm and strife…

Withering season marked the place

the ground beneath showed the fall

songs of different hues

echoed

when the sky again turned blue…

Thou! singing herald

sprinkle thy blissful voice

on that perch

anticipates which with diligence and patience

fighting odds of tenacity

with dedication and devotion.

 

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Do not wither !


Do not wither
O! season of unison!
Wait until,
I meet my love!

Embrace thy lilies
leap and kiss the
clouds
While I wait
for my companion
Remain here for
sometime more
my love shall arrive
the air will be fragrant again
The birds will sing and
love the flight
Sing! O! season of unison
Here awaits my heart
For the love ,who is miles apart…

 

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In Solitude, I hear !


Gaped the tired restless eyes through eternity
piercing the silent whispers of the starry sky
hearing the conversation between the radiant moon and its love
throughout the emptiness,dwelt the heart in the ether of sky…

Reminiscences like fumes of incense
filled the air with scented memories
blooms of night jasmine smiled
at the solitude ,being alone and clear…

listening to the chords of inner voice
with the quiet atmosphere
resounded the night
directions of life to be taken…
Thence I find a path obscure
reaches which to the gorgeous moon in heaven
neither commonly traversed nor taken …

decides the mind, in accordance with the inner realm
The route of self-realization
which commands
real courage and valor,
to stand firm on every avenue
until the goal is achieved with perfection…

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The Veins of Aim!


flutters the winged ,

flaps them freely,

thou heart!

your zeal to fly high reverberates!

 

like the young butterfly

out from a cocoon,

excited is thou,

to mingle in the blue…

 

on flowers to dance,

in flowing stream to play,

beneath trees to rest

on paths to trail…

 

thou heart ! you leap and jump

to reach the zenith

in seconds to come!

go forth ! move ahead!

fill your zest in the

veins of your aim!

 

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Gracious art!


through the passage of turbulent times

runs the stream of love divine

narrowed which the chasm of nothingness

filled the vale with fragrant roses.

 

ravines cut by the flow of words

on the rocky path or desert

bruise the tender heart

the balm for this ache is rare,

hard to realize

and exceptional to find!

 

love for the soul

kindness at heart

benign the wellness,

gracious becomes the art!

THE GOLDEN FISH


When the running brook sang

lilting tunes of magic

the air danced on beats rhythmic…

 

sprung ,up & down,

forth in the stream,

the golden fish in ecstasy…

 

she glided,she swimmed

wading through waters

midst the valleys and hills…

 

around the rocks

ov’r the stones…

on reverberating notes…

 

whilst in the exhilarating journey

the golden fish of a simple species

lived her life in a  true spirit.