They nv’r learnt to rest
The untiring pair stood everywhere –
in corridors, in queue
struggling for survival
even in nights, beside the bed
burdened with duty, the lonesome pair
They surprise
shock
smile over and share
“Tis our dedication” ,spoke the duo very clear
filling the corridors with resonance
proclaiming their presence
I unfailingly rest for few hours
While the pair of energetic legs stand forever
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
the pragmatic spirit
which failed to live as a free bird
pinioned to the ancillary pedestal with bondage,
a pit of darkened sphere
where like a dragon is a holocaust
…
in the feeble body,
a sunken heart,
fears swing of life
forgoing and abstract
stares at the time pendulum
under the lampshade orange ,
dawned a ray of wisdom
a veneration;
an assimilation of glitches
burns the scared pyre
illuminating the inner luminescence
Her eyes had become lifeless, like a stone ,she stood unmoved, the life of iris had turned into pebbles, yet flowed from the depths of heart and soul infinite incessant tears… She was a mother, a wife or a daughter, her voice deafened in screams of the martyr, Tis the unmovable body of maybe her son, husband or brother, nothing actually mattered … He gave up his days of affection, lost nights amorous in the deep jungles infested with insects and animals deprived himself of sleep and rest to give us a realm of freedom to live without fear… he was hungry for days or sometimes raw food he ate half cooked in deserts or on terrains while we sumptuously enjoyed the delicacies ,yet grumbled on the pinch of salt that was less in dinner… do we realize while the handsome packet of salary in our pockets we earned an only risk of attrition & no apprehension of seeing the last summer… why then like heartless beings we are ungrateful and forget the martyrs? Those who lived and died for us, to fortify our existence and secure us a future Don’t we owe a moment of grief, a sense of gratitude or a moral responsibility to support their loved ones , who laid their lives for cavalry the silent great Indian warriors …
What do selfish wants and gruesome lies do to a human? The stature of a human being falls below any level and exhibits the egocentric character. For once, the person descends into the pit of suffocation, where conscience plays its role,hereafter.
The Monologue of a covetous gambler !
gossip I in the corridor of lies,
dwells where the queen
burning in envy bright…
the timid , quiet truth sits in a corner
watching the powerful blow
might of the false emperor…
sometimes withered , sometimes cornered
the creeper of truth can’t grasp
firmly the wall of belief,
falls it, hopelessly,
while dig I the roots
underneath the soil mature…
The world reckons ,my stature
I , covetous gambler.
Oh! what’s this!
why am I suffocating , what smoke is this
filling the corridor…?
Alas! Is it my own selfish endeavor
in burning the roots of verity
I char my own … fingers.
Isn’t the orchid pale today or
the azure lost its hues in frosty weather
the pink lilies too
seem dull
when the dusk appears little purple than
the scarlet pier…usual
forgotten in dead remains
as ashes they scatter in dust
reminiscences of the beloveds
who died one fateful night
last summer…
again prevails the same climate
transforms the camouflage of
flowers and world
Tis the sky who alone
remembers the fury
repercussions of war
in cold blooded atmosphere…
sulks the orchid tonight…
purple appears the crimson lover
stained in blood drops
dried and desiccated as humans of universe.
Who knows thou! sings the baul
his fingers struck the single chord
the solo of duality , he hums
in remnants of the grief stricken
some old souls, few shattered and broken
Oh ! does it require to be a tatterdemalion
or a ramshackle old pier
to whisper the tunes of eternal weather
while plays the
impulse of seeking the invisible
or knowing Him through
the world visible…
The rampant hunger and
lingering thirst arrives wherefrom
in the arteries of singing legends
is it necessary to be in a deplorable condition
to call and cry for
the cosmic creator!
why forgets the mind of many
bask who in sun of pleasure…
its going to be dark soon
whence shall it find the light for right direction?
photocredit: aduphoto.com
alive remain we, until grounded,
in depths of soil, as we are rooted.
a moment takes to uproot the base,
dry the leaves of existence, life devastates.
soumyav 