And numb …under the orchid
I had awaited your steps since dawn
here you return …when the sun is about to set
When forgotten are promises
Lost are desires ,buried under the soil
The urge has vanished
and I motionless & still
stare at you…
The sun sets with a dab of crimson. It was all scarlet like my blood.
©Soumya
I offered myself as an offering
On the altar of beguiled love
Surrendering to the rules of heart
Walked endlessly falling routes
Thorns pierced and so did words
Heart bruised
Wounds opened
Flowers showered when praise showcased
for reason…
Utterless,thankless,
Struggling forever
Oh! The petals shriveled and dried the nectar
Colours forgotten and music lost in
Path to heaven.
An offering I made of myself ,
Nothing more to offer
Seasons change
And I remain thus forever.
©Soumya
When left “I”
‘the life’ in a split second
From the door of the body to heaven
Where did I get lost in between,
O ! lord !
Was ‘I’ a body with a life
Or a soul imprisoned in flesh of being?
..
Where was I ?
Who was I ?
Amidst the melee. I didn’t hear any sigh..
What was my name ?
What am I named?
Is it the same,
as I lose
myself …
on pyre,
in ashes
when burns my effigy,the form of five elements created by thee
Where will I go and traverse?
is it the The cosmos
or The astral ?
what’s the journey ahead,O thee!
hold my finger and take !
©soumyavilekar
Tireless eyes–
watch the setting sun’s scarlet mask
a young morn, enfurling petals
The lonesome cacti in sordid desert
orchids blossoming as fragranced love in cold hearts of summer…
What if they become tired and close for few moments
Nay! The noisy chaotic shimmer of dutibound survival
shall enforce them to be wide open…
not long to reach their goal
The pair of epic witness
thus shall retire
Ne’er again …
the world would look beautiful
when those pretty eyes close
the curtain forever…
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Who knows thou! sings the baul
his fingers struck the single chord
the solo of duality , he hums
in remnants of the grief stricken
some old souls, few shattered and broken
Oh ! does it require to be a tatterdemalion
or a ramshackle old pier
to whisper the tunes of eternal weather
while plays the
impulse of seeking the invisible
or knowing Him through
the world visible…
The rampant hunger and
lingering thirst arrives wherefrom
in the arteries of singing legends
is it necessary to be in a deplorable condition
to call and cry for
the cosmic creator!
why forgets the mind of many
bask who in sun of pleasure…
its going to be dark soon
whence shall it find the light for right direction?
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alive remain we, until grounded,
in depths of soil, as we are rooted.
a moment takes to uproot the base,
dry the leaves of existence, life devastates.
SEARCH
through the lanes and down the streets
where once stepped thy feet,
I find myself on faltering knees,
behold! the dust just flew
thou!disappearing
in the gushing wind…
the painted vase still vibrates
from the touch of thine fingers,
handicrafts and carpet
exhume thy scent …
the aromatic fragrances mingle…
near the jeweler, who sold antiques
I see thy bracelet silver,
studded with blue sapphires
carved with my name clear…
the moon shines overhead
directionless I return,
through the sands of time
lookin’ for another clue in the desert.
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the penetrating feel of
the affection,
a simple peck
imprinted on wall of adoration.
oh! I melted in seconds
transformed the frigid nature
like fragments of dew,I
disperse and mingle
with the dancing breeze amateur.
PAINTING
On fingertips , smudged is colour of the
ethereal ,
rouging over a blank canvas
images of illusory candidness emerge…
gradual strokes, the tender touch makes
silky smoothed the texture
violets, scarlets,lavenders,carmines,
sapphires,turquoise brighten
the alluring render…
a song reverberates in the chamber
pounds where the heart in thunder,
miss I the enchanter
the painter of my existing splendor.
soumyav 