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
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
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!
Magical are those moments when we get overwhelmed by certain emotions, ones which are inexplicable. Certainly the ones which render our innermost thoughts on canvas of life in varied colours and forms.
Impermanence is the law of life and change is inevitable.
Sometimes this transition is just another change else it brings lot of mixed emotions stocked inside a jar which get released together. Like a burning incense where the fragrance gets diffused along with delicate fumes in all directions ,so are invisible emotions randomly scattering, within the atoms of the zephyr trying to find out their destination.
They travel collide, run, hide and seek the nucleus of this anxiety,or ecstatic movement. There is no kind of attachment or detachment defined while in this condition. One feels free ,like a free bird flying above the seven seas and the next minute one tends to feel like chained by societal norms and relations.The strings of duties entangle the perching feathers of the bird,pinion it to one pole ,while its claw tries to disentangle the sordid caged condition.It gazes at the vast expanse ,yearns to be embraced by the blueness and drops a tear often to be wiped by its own feathers. During the night , the vanishing stars carry its silent soul to another abode which seems real ,yet far from the reach of its own flight.
When bloomed the palash flowers
Brightening the blue skies of my world
They set the emotions on fire letting those buds
nipped off the branch and smearing the nostalgic ethereal dust
in plentiful measures
Scarlet or saffron ,the deep tinge evoked endless sensations
Which reverberate with the atoms of universe
in a seeking of finding its own abode
Whether at feet of the creator
Or lying unnoticed on ground till shrivels the petal with arrival of different season.
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.
She cleared the mist with her fingers etching the outline on the glass. The wintry night had left an envelope of thin layered fog on the window pane. She stood there every night after her dinner watching the lone moon hung in the sky. The moon wasn’t visible today and she was wiping the glass to have a glimpse .
The breeze knew the heartbeats of her soul and carried the message of her silent yearnings to faraway land of dreams,where dwelt the twin part of her soul.
Wasn’t it so unworldly, pocketing treasures in the casket of nature and reliving the moments at peace? Nothing mattered as long as the moon was visible to both ends of the world,they lived, breathed and felt the urge to communicate through the dancing waves of morning and night breeze.
How often the nightingales sang and the butterflies danced? Her eyes sparkled and knew the message was through.
Beyond several seas , the orchid had bloomed .
under the expanse of colours
where breathes life due to HIS desire
infinitesimal are such glimpses
whence overwhelmed is the atmosphere
yearns to express the soul
often losing words as eyes trickle few pearls
to compensate the mute emotion
away from the worldly plays
in silence cries the soul craving for eternity
and
The quest continues forever…
©Soumya
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!
She lives nowhere
neither in her own cage
nor in open air
homeless, shelterless she moves…
seeking solace
would the tranquil blue provide
her some rest
will the traveling clouds quench her thirst ageless,
in the crowd, she gets lost
her voice diminishing to nothingness
where ‘s she now
where is her abode
in the limitless sky
she searches for her unique dwell.
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ask the eyes that saw the black nights
of hunger
the only shelter, broken thatched
torn rag
and a sole shrouded cover.
ask the eyes
which witnessed death
while bloomed the buds
in innocence
toiled hands at work
to earn and fill one’s
stomach
ask the eyes
those which wept in loneliness
fought against the storms unseen
every bent, a new challenge
on every road
when hope was killed.
ask the eyes
which fear love
perhaps they think,
it vanishes
like the fragrance
of jasmine in air…
submerge they
in plateau of solitude
alone and bereft…
ask the eyes
forbidden
forsaken abandoned,
neglected, ignored and abused
the grief of survival
in distress, sadness,
and despair,
failure ,devastation or
battles …
ask the eyes
who have ne’er got enough
of anything
what is your identity
what is your sect
what is your caste or creed
what’s the name of your faith?
what is comfort, luxury
what ‘s your goal next
what’s your favourite destination
which holiday you liked the best
the silent eyes
in disbelief
will utter
only truth
soumyav 