morals – soumyav

Posted on August 11, 2015 by Soumya Vilekar · 2 Comments

“The Silent Warriors”

Her eyes had become lifeless,
like a stone ,she stood unmoved, the life of iris had
turned into pebbles,
yet flowed from the depths of heart and soul
infinite incessant tears…
She was a mother, a wife or a daughter,
her voice deafened in screams of the martyr,
Tis the unmovable body of maybe her son, husband or brother,
nothing actually mattered …
He gave up his days of affection, lost nights amorous in the deep jungles infested
with insects and animals
deprived himself of sleep and rest to give us a realm
of freedom to live without fear…
he was hungry for days or sometimes raw food he ate
half cooked in deserts or on terrains
while we sumptuously enjoyed the delicacies ,yet grumbled on the pinch of salt
that was less in dinner…
do we realize while the handsome packet of salary in our pockets
we earned
an only risk of attrition & no apprehension of seeing the last summer…
why then like heartless beings we are ungrateful and forget the martyrs?
Those who lived and died for us, to fortify our existence and secure us a future
Don’t we owe a moment of grief,
a sense of gratitude or a moral responsibility
to support their loved ones ,
who laid their lives for cavalry
the silent 
great Indian warriors …

Posted on September 30, 2014 by Soumya Vilekar · 2 Comments

“Elan”

rumblings few
cannot deter the elan
the zeal borne out of enthusiasm
and charm
betwixt the intervals by trepid interruptions
wins the way , Thou! solitary heart…

Thou, hath seen enough storms
tornadoes
that wreck and leave torn
yet thy ship has sailed through
turbulence , with faith and courage ,
in every voyage…

when piercing words like darts
poisoned
and bled the
innocent heart
Thou! solitary heart
like a calm breeze
soothed
the bruises of thyself
with divine charm

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Posted on August 14, 2014August 14, 2014 by Soumya Vilekar · 11 Comments

It’s the truth of life,what we crave for is lost ,
like the golden particles of sand,
that slide between the fingers,
even from a tight fist…
what we cannot hold ,
is the truth of time.

That which flows like a stream
open, unended, unclosed,
incessant,
like the love of a pure heart
unselfish, uncanny, selfless..

Beyond this altruistic reality
is nothing but a mirage,
world of images and fantasies
ready to get crushed by folds of time…
illusions many,
how much we wary
breaks the mirror of our whimsies
in broad daylight.

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Posted on July 1, 2014 by Soumya Vilekar · 14 Comments

CHILD OF WORLD’S DESTINY

CHILD OF WORLD”S DESTINY

On streets forlorn
Walks the child, destitute
The infant of world’s destiny…

In rags torn
hungry and homeless
roaming through lanes
for a morsel!

The rulers sit on a lavish throne
speak high volumes of chore
actions fail to achieve
war and blasts kill
the child of world’s destiny
lives as a requiem…

Posted on June 25, 2014June 25, 2014 by Soumya Vilekar · 5 Comments

Do not wither !

Do not wither
O! season of unison!
Wait until,
I meet my love!

Embrace thy lilies
leap and kiss the
clouds
While I wait
for my companion
Remain here for
sometime more
my love shall arrive
the air will be fragrant again
The birds will sing and
love the flight
Sing! O! season of unison
Here awaits my heart
For the love ,who is miles apart…

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Posted on June 22, 2014June 22, 2014 by Soumya Vilekar · 13 Comments

The lonely hungry nights on the footpath or
sometimes in the neighboring slum
The eerie silence of the darkness
or the fearful noise of barking dogs.

A little girl alone, walks
until her legs stumble and she falls

In clothes torn , patched up
hair unkempt and scattered
roughly tied with a soiled hairband
she wears a look of curiousness
and doubt…
her eyes though sparkle wide…
and their innocence shines

The glaze of street lights,
sound of honking horns,
the sudden screeching of brakes on the deserted roads
in wee hours
few shadows seen moving along…

the lone soul starves
beside the marriage ceremony going in pomp,
Where tons of delicious food and desserts get stomped in garbage
the leftover of innumerable plates …
she picks and selects,
cleans and eat,
taste her buds , which were once deprived….

Under the stars, she dreams and lives
every moment , she smiles and breathes,
A little puppy lost and stranded,
licks her toe ,
warmly she picks him up
A friend, she gets in this lone world,
loyal and sweet,
runs who beside her in sun or in storm
in drenching rain
or to sit with empty stomach
on barren rocks…

Posted on June 15, 2014 by Soumya Vilekar · 10 Comments

Tis’ your journey

tis your journey,
which you undertake
on the lonesome path
for miles before you rest…
afar lies the horizon,
prickly branches near
the sun will scorch your tender skin’
if you aren’t strong and
stand with valour…
lift thy spirits in dark nights
through dense jungles
scary beings of fear and death
shall haunt you
if you don’t have faith ever.
tis your journey,
O! young soul…
traverse on the path
till you touch the blue sky
and finally kiss the stars….

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Posted on June 10, 2014 by Soumya Vilekar · 11 Comments

In Solitude, I hear !

Gaped the tired restless eyes through eternity
piercing the silent whispers of the starry sky
hearing the conversation between the radiant moon and its love
throughout the emptiness,dwelt the heart in the ether of sky…

Reminiscences like fumes of incense
filled the air with scented memories
blooms of night jasmine smiled
at the solitude ,being alone and clear…

listening to the chords of inner voice
with the quiet atmosphere
resounded the night
directions of life to be taken…
Thence I find a path obscure
reaches which to the gorgeous moon in heaven
neither commonly traversed nor taken …

decides the mind, in accordance with the inner realm
The route of self-realization
which commands
real courage and valor,
to stand firm on every avenue
until the goal is achieved with perfection…

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