Where hath thou vanished in the blue
no shadow,no silhouette , neither can I see you
silent,quiet where doth you sit
under the blossomed tree of love,I await…
Is my fragrance lost , or my dreams fake,
where hath you gone dear,
Here, I await…
The moon radiant tonight smiles at me
did you not know, I await to see thee?
come back, O! muse,
here I await,
there is still time to bid adieu
from this heart, my mate!
THE HIGHLAND LASS !
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O! Nifty , delicate highland lass,beneath your trampled feet lies my heart
carefully walk and ride the horse
somewhere on the moorland , my soul drags along…whip when you , the lazy horse
watch the lengthy rope
moving in tangent harms
and sheds the cluster of flowers pink
those which hung from branches long.O! princess of mesa,
thou attire the floral skirt…
my love has decked the fabric
with embroider
and life hums the tune
of thy love song.
On that perch!
O! The singing herald
chirp on that perch
which awaits the sunshine
and seeks hope…
on the branch emerged few new leaves
tender and fluorescent green…
no, it still isn’t that strong enough
to hold the nest of life,
yet it remains unbent and straight
in days of storm and strife…
Withering season marked the place
the ground beneath showed the fall
songs of different hues
echoed
when the sky again turned blue…
Thou! singing herald
sprinkle thy blissful voice
on that perch
anticipates which with diligence and patience
fighting odds of tenacity
with dedication and devotion.
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Fanaticism
while the mind gets narrowed
with borders and limits
the heart constricts
suffocating emotions and sentiments
regardless of realization
acts a human foolish
fanaticism becomes the idol
of this age…
Those extreme views which
ne’er hath profited mankind
shreds the skin with a scrape
such thoughts guile and uncanny
knoweth not
this is not progress.
worrying,the situation
the fiend views
filthy minds put all at stake…
how shall the human race survive
how doth this world be saved?
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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How far ,how long!
years end,
seasons change
time moves
moments chained…
beneath the surface
when can you see
the soft bosom of delicate care
days,nights,
months pass
life with challenges moves on…
yet you are blind to
my revealed …inner self …
how long, how far
shall I strive to carry on
when you still can’t see
my unselfish being!
Rise , Rise & Rise!
From the gravels of the earth to the surface of the mantle,
Screams and demands every particle of dust,
Enough is enough!
Stop the turmoil and killings
That spreads throughout the air of pollution,
Hovering over the intoxicated breath
Of men,women and children,
crushing the delicate shrubs of innocence
What is this mayhem for!
Halt for a moment! Think !
does your heart really wants this?
close your eyes,feel the terror…
That which appears in a dying man feeble,
War, violence and royal feuds,
Wake up people! Wake up nations!
Is this a place which you have dreamt for ever!
Weapons, explosions have deafen the ears
atrocities of bloodshed …contaminate the
…atmosphere,
Awaken O! humans,
who slumber through the life
…in despair,
Kindle a flame in every heart of the sphere
sing and march against the deathly obscure
Rise, Rise , & Rise
It’s the Sunrise,
Let the golden rays dawn on earth
with a new hope and conviction,
Be humans!
O! inhuman souls …
The world awaits you… in despair.
O! Thundering clouds!
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O ! thundering clouds!
shower ! rain thy selfless love today!
in pain dances the alluring peacock…
amidst the jungle ,camouflaged
restless is its heart and the storming weather!
gazing at the grey clouds above
it awaits thy ecstatic drizzle
tired feet ,ache
as endless,becomes the terpsichore…
The salve to the dreary feet
whilst it moves to the lilting tunes
is in your drops ,O ! sailing clouds!
Rain !
The peacock awaits today for your shower!
Vaidehi- The woman!
Sanctified flames, she had to with stand to etch a mark of her pureness without an inch of flesh burnt her soul inflamed for ages… Immaculate heart ,she could show none, her innocence became her sin to have a heart sinless in the world of devils, she shed a tear, her heart bled, yet the impeccable serene smile gleamed her being had impregnable faith she will be purged from the muck therein. born as a princess, wed to an epitome she wandered with him through forests struggling through every means to remain his devoted… Was it an offense, that she was silent and resilient , that she faces the pyre of apotheosis!
STALWART- THE DIVINE STAR !
HI Everyone! I will be away from the blogspace for the next week ,as I would remain busy in the launch of the book ,
“Suroor of the Soul”.
Hope to catch you all up soon as I come back.Meanwhile enjoy the new poem ” STALWART-THE DIVINE STAR“.
Till then,Best wishes and Happy blogging!
Soumya
A stalwart,
yes !
stands the pillar of life…
strong and erect in harder times.,
leans the weaker and the meek,
in its resistance
they discover
resolution to the hope bleak…
Under the grey clouds ,the column too cries
along with the drops of rain
it sings the lullaby,
sleeps the world ,oblivious of the scene…
morning comes..
and gasps one,
” Oh ! See the paint of the pillar isn’t tough nor fixed ! “
gapes the pillar and absorbs the shock,
for its duty is to stand like a rock!
what the world speaks ... and their remarks…
nothing should forbid the stalwart
from being an uncompromising divinely star!
soumyav 