She rose again from the night of the storm
from the flutter of wind and lightening of sky
Trembling the dewdrops sensitive and quiet
She bloomed as dainty lotus back in morn…
The nectar spread its redolence
Those eyes watched the newer grandeur
last night was a tornado to destruction
But this crimson pink dares to blossom in ardor!!!
Who knoweth the world may fall
Or oceans would rise and collapse
Noahs of Ark may get lost
Yet she shall rise from the ashes !
….
The power of silence ! she knew
impregnated in her spirits
igniting the courage ,burning self
Until it was the moment to resurrect
For years, the eyes witnessed numerous lessons
Journeys half and full ,
Pretentious or ostentatious
The monologues rattled for truth.
Birthing lessons of realization
learning, unlearning trails
love and compassion
Trust and courage
She learnt tougher ways;
while souls forgot the goals
she treaded the path
to rise again from the seethes of flames
to walk forth umpteenth time
In hours of smoke or rain
Copyright SoumyaVilekar
Sunflower 🌻
Smile and silence
are two possessions
Invaluable and exquisite...
While the world is in tempest
heart works silently;
after every night
as there is a morn
blossoms the soul
like a sunflower
with advent of golden dawn...
@soumyav
Volitions
While there is a noise in the inner
rumblings
as whispers,utters,pangs
resounding in corners of heart
as the blood travels up and down
through unnamed veins
randomly anywhere or for a while
..stands still and freezes
The warmth of the ablaze
doesn't keep it alive
But the truth of conscience
the volitions of actions
paves the way...for the
soul to breathe and voyage...
-soumya vilekar
Is it..
Is it the path that I walk on
take me to the horizon
Or there are several ways
Inside the deep forests or
Undefined shortcuts
Or undiscovered roads
that need to be tread on
Will this journey be the last one
Or more to traverse
While getting inside layers
Of self introspection
And rediscovering newer realms
...
Is the energy enough to carry
The burden of older shreds,responsibilities
Or the poise better to shrug off
Unnecessary demeanor
Whatever it takes...
Who knows the fact
Who has seen the scars of ages
And dived in deeper oceans
...
Is the soul enough
to be as unique
Different
to evolve and transcend dimensions
Over years and births
Who would lead the steps...
if not thou ,
Tis thy presence and fractions
In every being that guides
While i delve inside to fathom
Enlighten the path
Give the courage
Rear the endurance
that would lead to the destination
with faith...
@ soumya vilekar
Another Fable
When bigger is the vision
Higher are goals
as peaks of everest
Tedious is path
Yet the chirpy bird sings
Amidst the flowing springs...
When greyer get clouds
Drizzles somewhere ,or storms
Uproot the giant trees of shelter
Yet lives the tiny sapling
bending to let the rough weather pass by
Respires in gratitude
Instead of grumble...
When torn are pages
Of the unpublished book
Chapters get destroyed by
termites or weather
Yet the quill awaits passionately
to start another fable
another epic...
with words of hope and faith...
@soumyav
The final anchor
Perspective
What appeared as the oasis in vast desert
Was merely a mirage
When alerted mind for rough terrains
It got delusioned by illusory smooth ways
...
Harder the conscience echoes
Deafer the logic
Screams the intuition to choose the other corridor
While steps already tread the pathway...
Where from.. how then
Forbids the soul to its mate
The mind never listens to heart
Tis the tussle of ages...
Let time then steer the wheel
Let divine clear the rouble...
Trust the process and predetermined existence
That shall make the tryst happen...
@soumya vilekar
Iam not ,what you perceive
I am not ,what you perceive
Iam not, what you see
Iam not what you think me as
Iam not what you conclude as…
No matter whosoever you are
Whatsoever you do
Where from you come across
…
I am that
One intention
One passion
One effort
That perseverance
Which shall
Lead you to your
Destination
@ soumya vilekar
Pursuit
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
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