Other side !


beneath that blueness does life smile
like the pretty lilies
 enraptured dance
does the rivulet sing
songs of love
can it dissolve the pain
of burning years
which path shall reach to this realm
where pure would be the air
and clear emotions,
O! thee!
 Will thou lead me to other side
 into such heaven ?

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Lore from the mountains


while I lie numb next to the
corridor of spring
where sings the cuckoo
whence the loving breeze slips past me
Melody of spring, a sweetness splendid
Here I lie
near the gates of morn
while sleeps my companion
faraway
behind the sun near horizon
I watch the blooming lilies,
their smile ,so intoxicating
…fragrant bunches of love in extravagance
Here I lie near the window of hope
within the bars of life
caged is the soul
in body
of survival…
I witness the mystic creations
the tranquil river knew my lore
that flowed beside your cottage
while mesmerized tall conifers
overlooked the minute gambles
near the mountain door .
Here I lie in fragments,
gathering bits to create a new mural
brushing colours picked
from nature to the
once dead existence.
©SoumyaV
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Tis not Halloween’


donning a mask,

lives lived

like on stage , they believed

world is surely a theatre

and we the actors…

forget they while

running through script of the legend

the ink flowed out of incontinence

behind the curtain ,

exists the real

curtailing while shaking hands

endless follies,what true nature

hath a human displayed

weeps the soul under the canopy of body

in large measures

masks attractive, masks colourful

Halloween allows phantasmagorical faces

yet every day isn’t Halloween

forgets the human

switching masks umpteen.

The dawn will beckon


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that sonorous music which made us sway

in alleys of past

while the flowing sand filled the glass

and I turn it upside down

Your sacred voice tore my heart

everytime I came closer… smoke from the incense

filled my lungs

I inhale you every moment

even  though

Iam mute

Iam speechless

silent

teary

in scratches

amidst the cluttered world

I know

The dawn will beckon !

 

 

 

 

 

Lifeless


Dried , my ink with the dryness of my heart

bloodless have been my veins

thus the pen moves empty

scribbling lifeless words

meaningless thoughts

swiping away desires ,

eroding emotions

the heart stranded bruised and over bruised

with thousand wounds..

No, blood can’t be infused back

I run incessantly with blemishes

Life screams

soul weeps..

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Monologues of Life


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Monologues of life

I converse

a scream of silence echoes in infinite corners

what if, what if not?

burglar questions rob my heart

whilst the world moves constantly

me and my monologues sit in peace and converse quietly…

 

A rage inside, sometimes a storm behind,

a heartfelt emotion or endless passionate musings

how would I, how should I not?

random talks in between

me and my monologues sit hand in hand under the dark

A word of respite or phrases of delight,

a sulking feeling or share the ecstatic night

like the flowers dangling on a full moon night

me and my monologues sit and listen to each other

as companions of life