in eventuality in perception of unknown in realization of truth in pursuit of perfection .... how often shall we stumble hold the universe on shoulder and be blamed forever ... the page witnesses colour of ink and its chaos within silence of words...
Another harbour
From the pangs of the unseen blows
Amidst the silent ocean
When the boat tries to row
Who wondered would storms
tremble the rakes
The anchor had been rigid
The rope too strengthened
Yet forgot the wind
The vessel stranded
Reined by fate
Pulled by actions
Navigated by logic
The weakened sail
Moved to another harbour
How easy it was to wipe the etch
The faith of going beyond horizon
believed ne’r ..put on stake
How long would
The wind be bemused
Flowers, creepers dont carry it to moon
Tis the heart that shall drive again
Reaffirming presence
Even being abandoned
to no man s land
Course it to the perfect stage..
@ soumya
Retread
in embrace of thy thoughts under the canopy of stars beside that shimmering river I await while tears trickle pause for a while I’m here Feel the pulse Return Before beats annihilate Return before it’s too late -Soumya Vilekar
In conversation in SAFARNAMA
Hi friends,
Sharing something different than the usual writing, a piece of conversation from the long journey of life.
"Let us dare to differ see the intricacies love the unique and ponder watch out differences glare the common gaze at the newer admire the adventurer idolize the seeker observe and learn let us dare to differ allow ourselves to think, to know, to understand to absorb, to admonish to eradicate our fears let us learn to invent to discover to accept the unknown" - Soumya Vilekar
The Roadway
would it..
will it not?
the roadway to the final destination
would carry the fragrance of
soil... dried leaves and the sweat along?
will it spread the nostalgia of sojourn
while the swaying branch bends to
brush the tresses
Will the dust speak of the crimson sunset
floating in the air
or of the wading birds bidding adieu
to lakes and pollen of distant flowers
will the anchor of sail...sing tale
of rough weathers
or the vessel explain the trembles of
turbulent waters
would the altar of purpose...
reverberate nuances of the voyage
....
Breathe then... inhale the redolence ;
...like a feather this
will vanish forever...lost,
in the treading soil
of the travel...
@ Soumya
The solitary fragrance
the petals flew with wind traveling through cedars and hills what remained... the solitary fragrance invisible , intrigue retreading the journey the returning season in boulevard of memories finds esoteric nectar ... lost yet etched scattered yet embedded redolence of faith dispersed in nature.... @soumya
Roots
herein i fortify the roots of nature ones which need love and affection in storms whence they stand stronger deeper to travel more inside the gravel.... roots of life , roots of human cause of ignorance or wisdom anchor thyself, in soil introspect inside what lies on the layer is superficial above the ground...the world is so different underneath... the real roots exist and appear.... @soumyav
Finish the task
Tis tough to ev'r know the depth the ocean where compassion dwells like sapphire it sparkles in drops from corner or blade of grass ... The roar inside is silenced by pricks of thorns or hidden rose branch ...Who knoweth what lies in conscience... walkin the way is our aim; amidst surreal jingles , shimmers rule the game solace unheeded purpose stalk denotation distinct free the soul and finish the task... @soumya
Resilience
whilst the storm had intentions that were futile the petals reopened blossomed in white the winds had blown shelters of words trying to ransack whole world... in morning light in night mystic the lone flower bloomed on the dignified tree crumpled at times, crushed inside it pined... resilience added to the power of victory truth and immaculateness paved the way to serenity @soumyav
QUI VIVE
Nay ! the world doesn't stop ov'r any shocking blast that silences the chirping of children or rustle of life neither if an old soul makes a noose to end the strife, or forcibly directed on mindgames or lies nor if millions have lost the zeal to keep their jobs live or striving for a square meal once a day in time Nay! nothing shall move hearts nothing shall deride The heart nowadays forgets it's soul whether we are robots or truly alive In gravels of dust, in handful of soil we shall unite through ashes , or remnants of graves yet forget to keep the zeal of our purpose qui vive. Tis a long journey of different milestones few get tired in miles a noted count moves ahead for furlongs until the peak is scaled with newer heights... @soumya
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