Sneak I through the silence
shearing the quiet fear ,
As I shred
filaments of pain in pieces and bury deep
in gravels of past .
The new saplings of hope grow and flourish
blooming cluster of flowers
few sprinkling drops rejuvenate when they are about to die
Tis law of nature , I , mere the gardener
Come ,lets drown the precarious apprehensions
And live freely to create murals as
hieroglyphical scripture
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
O! Raga
the ancient rhythm of my soul, how cautiously you move
infinite waves rise and fall, dancing on
heartfelt tunes
crashing against the world
tis old traditions .. while weeps the soul in a nook
where art thou!
the blissful Raga
can I compose a melody just for you?
in monsoons
wet you with my verse
or soothe you with a lucid song
in summers?
the serene music of nature
what makes the fall smiling
when deciduous trees wither
the serene music of nature
Tis the rhythm of my soul
O Raga!
that beats on a celestial composition.
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
Ravishing, the tender filaments ,
those which tie the twin souls
often swayed which
in breeze of amor
dipped in pool of sacred nectar…
unraveling the knots of past and present
which were long forgotten
vis a vis ,the flames of destiny
burning on the candle of verve …
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.
Wonder I of
the shallow words and churning of thoughts
satisfied with simple pleasures
ne’er touched by façade of life’s learning
miles away from the biggest ocean…
ne’er drenched or even wet
the wisdom drops, slip over the surface
oiled with comforts and petty measures…
one dimensional image of the trivial mind
remains submerged in trifling delectations…
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?
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soumyav 