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.
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O! Nifty , delicate highland lass,2nd November 2014 was a day of disaster for those innocents who went to witness an event .
Read my guest post about it on Vishal’s blog : http://vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com/2014/11/06/guest-post-soumya-vilekar-read-on/
This is an imaginary excerpt of a real incident.
The setting sun today spoke
of tragedies and sorrows
amidst the life of a day
the goblet of fire too
weeps at conjecture
left when its beloved in arms of the night miserable
who engulfs,
the sweetness of melody,
the music of nature of its arrival…
haunting the innocent birds to their nests
shivers the sky
man trembles…
O! human, you knoweth not,
I worry for my beloved,
the immaculate earth, untill the next day ,
when I return
of the nights terror…
she sleeps alone, cuddling ,
while the sky cries,
the earth gets misty…
Alas! I must leave
you
to the fate of your own destiny.
SEARCH
through the lanes and down the streets
where once stepped thy feet,
I find myself on faltering knees,
behold! the dust just flew
thou!disappearing
in the gushing wind…
the painted vase still vibrates
from the touch of thine fingers,
handicrafts and carpet
exhume thy scent …
the aromatic fragrances mingle…
near the jeweler, who sold antiques
I see thy bracelet silver,
studded with blue sapphires
carved with my name clear…
the moon shines overhead
directionless I return,
through the sands of time
lookin’ for another clue in the desert.
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Thee , the emperor of the cosmos,
one who reigns the galaxy,
The pristine nature
blushes
on his glance…
whose tears flow on earth
as sacred Ganges,
To thee! I salute,
who visions the creation…
..
Soul of mine , thine art,
Thou colours have painted …
with the emblazoned emotions
…whence shimmers my heart…
I owe to Thou ,
the Supreme Lord ,
Craftsman of this existence
The Magnanimous artiste,
Every second, every moment,
Every joy,
that I have knoweth
Every tear,
every breath ,
the ceaseless energy
that keeps me dead or alive!!!!
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the penetrating feel of
the affection,
a simple peck
imprinted on wall of adoration.
oh! I melted in seconds
transformed the frigid nature
like fragments of dew,I
disperse and mingle
with the dancing breeze amateur.
Dim the hope , bleak appears the future in every grain of the field’s harvest rests the destiny of poor . while the ones who had a silver spoon hardly noticed the worth of a grain… a morsel was all… for a day, while the couple sleeps under the leaking roof of the shelter with a noise of roaring stomach in emptiness . One who grows the crop for millions feeds whose stock the children of everyone… he has the glass full of water until the morning sun dawns and he toils again till his last measure. The irony of life tonnes of food being thrown in spills as leftovers , in garbages, while the farmer remains famished .
soumyav 