Transition


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.

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The Unsung Lore


 

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.

 

 

An excerpt


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 .

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QUEST


 

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

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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!

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She lives nowhere


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


 

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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

Flap the wings harder !


 
What’s next, cries the heart
which colour of sky shall
the eyes perceive,
 wrath of scarlet or
peaceful azure…?
 
flees the life of soul
faraway in the lap of hills,
in dense forests ,
lost in green…
where a ray of light cannot pierce
how would you find me,
world,
here I hide
amidst the woods unknown,
better than
 lives seen…
 
In dark,I won’t shiver,
although the eeriness  will echo
crickets, bees, wild beasts
in their kingdom I roam.
 
none to rule, or proclaim
my clipped wings hurt in pain
years in the cage golden ,
stripped my strength
I wish to fly again…
Here I come
free I soar,
flap the wings harder , O soul!
 

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