Rhetoric


Ah! Exclaimed the unknown poet
Bidding adieu to the world of sleeping souls
“Will thou never wake up
anyday before the
temple bells  or will the sound of
 a blowing conch stir thy senses
Then thou would get up from the slumber”
In dark , have thou lived
Forgetting the golden hours
When the prismatic rays kissed
Thy temple’s horizon
…long before the birds sang thine praises
And perched beside the mangoflowers…
Now sleeps the land
and thou folks in inebriation of materialistic ,egoistic treasures
Leaving aside the golden strokes
of humanism….
Shattering idols of faith…creating statues of stone and places of fearful altar
Mingle thou in dust while thy soul shrieks to remind
illumine the cavern
Then would be the advent of
An age utopian…
@Soumya
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“Faith”


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wandered I on various lands
ov’r seas, ov’r bridges
strolled on sands and
walked through indefinite contours
every land donned
a new robe,
a new colour
of hope ,
of belief
of religion
and
each thought,
each urge,
each craving
converges to the same destination
THE CREATOR
Paths many , journeys different
all under the same azure
witness the sun and moon while playing hide and seek
from their co ordinates
innumerable ways to elevate and transcend
ceaseless is the travel
there’s lot to discover
get set go and
breathe
in different atmospheres
before it ends…

©SoumyaVilekar

Lifeless


Dried , my ink with the dryness of my heart

bloodless have been my veins

thus the pen moves empty

scribbling lifeless words

meaningless thoughts

swiping away desires ,

eroding emotions

the heart stranded bruised and over bruised

with thousand wounds..

No, blood can’t be infused back

I run incessantly with blemishes

Life screams

soul weeps..

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The covetous gambler!


What do selfish wants and gruesome lies do to a human? The stature of a human being falls below any level and exhibits the egocentric character. For once, the person descends into the pit of suffocation, where conscience plays its role,hereafter.

The Monologue of a covetous gambler !

 

gossip I in the corridor of lies,

dwells where the queen

burning in envy bright…

the timid , quiet truth sits in a corner

watching the powerful blow

might of the false emperor…

sometimes withered , sometimes cornered

the creeper of truth can’t grasp

firmly the wall of belief,

falls it, hopelessly,

while dig I the roots

underneath the soil mature…

The world reckons ,my stature

I , covetous gambler.

 

Oh! what’s this!

why am I suffocating , what smoke is this

filling the corridor…?

Alas! Is it my own selfish endeavor

in burning the roots of verity

I char my own … fingers.

PURPLE


 

Isn’t the orchid pale today or

the azure lost its hues in frosty weather

the pink lilies too

seem dull

when the dusk appears little purple than

the scarlet pier…usual

forgotten in dead remains

as ashes they scatter in dust

reminiscences of the beloveds

who died one fateful night

last summer…

again prevails the same climate

transforms the camouflage of

flowers and world

Tis the sky who alone

remembers the fury

repercussions of war

in cold blooded atmosphere…

sulks the orchid tonight…

purple appears the crimson lover

stained in blood drops

dried and desiccated as humans of universe.

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Remnant


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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The setting sun’s beloved !


The setting sun today spoke

of tragedies and sorrows

amidst the life of a day

the goblet of fire too

weeps at conjecture

left when its beloved in arms of the night miserable

who engulfs,

the sweetness of melody,

the music of nature of its arrival…

haunting the innocent birds to their nests

shivers the sky

man trembles…

O! human, you knoweth not,

I worry for my beloved,

the immaculate earth, untill the next day ,

when I return

of the nights terror…

she sleeps alone, cuddling ,

while the sky cries,

the earth gets misty…

Alas! I must leave

you

to the fate of your own destiny.

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“The Farmer”


Dim the hope , bleak appears the future
in every grain of the field’s harvest
rests the destiny of  poor .
while the ones who had
a silver spoon
hardly noticed the worth of a grain…
a morsel was all… for a day,
while the couple sleeps
 under the leaking roof
of the shelter 
with a noise of
roaring stomach
 in emptiness .
One who grows the crop
for millions
feeds
 whose stock
the children of everyone…
he has the glass
full of water
until the morning sun dawns
and he toils again till
his last measure.
The irony of life
 tonnes of food
 being thrown in spills  
as leftovers ,
in garbages,
while the farmer
remains famished .

MONSTER !


I see a monster on every shoulder
Thou! named stress of responsibility
what needs one for survival
two square meals and a shelter to live?
why hath then the demon
crushed the flower of mental peace
gobbling up moments of happiness
 dancing on heads with
a satanic mischief.

Why carries the man then burden
can there ever be a limit to desire
luxury, comfort are monetary matters
tranquility can’t be gained by this measure…
wealth stands helpless in joy and satisfaction
whilst an affluent man is clenched too
by this monster.

How far would you carry the Goliath
smash this Lil’ devil off your shoulder
unburdening useless pressure
breathe freely in the enchanting nature
walk in joy with conciliation,
between the tussle of worry and placidness
the heart wins with self-confidence and valor.