dangling from the last twig of topmost branch
behind the shrub of small wildflowers
amidst the verdure of freshly borne feel
while the satin petals smile and bloom
dewdrops kiss the skin
gazes the flower upto the blue
while blushing maiden peeps from behind clouds
alike the pure emotions of heart
the lily attached to its tree
yet is detached and free…
winging to the sky …through day or night
while the moon glides
©Soumya
Thousand wishes I laid on your path
The one with pricking thorns
Flowers weren’t for me
For I resonate fragrance of similar splendor
But crushed often
In distilleries
Squeezed, crumbled
Ain’t life such
Forget the leisure
Treading difficult terrains
Is a trend in my nature
@soumya
The hanging branches of orchids which yearn to droop
And reach me
How enchanting they appear and soothing while their petals brush against my cheek
Isn’t the path where I step barefooted embrace my feet into its heart deep
While the nostalgic air brings sense of belonging to my traveling soul
Which remains awake for nights before it finally rests to sleep
Doesn’t the echoing bells of a temple nearby thud my core ,whence I vibrate with
my pulse dancing to the cosmic lore
will n’t I be teary eyed when overflows my core with emotions inexplicable and words get lost
in the forest where I travel
they like the new born leaves shy ,sometimes shiver as the dried aged ones do before they die
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
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The last breath and the heart sighed
Alas! Will my eyes close without a glimpse of the promise made,
through turbulence and storms,I have struggled…in an urge to sip a drop
of immortal
falling innumerable times,
often
stuck in between,
With zest I pulled over
off the dark plunging well of loss,
and continued to be strong…
yet today I lie
on the verge of death,
losing pulse,
faltering sense
awaiting the last call…
any minute ,
any instant…
Lips quiver, eyes sunk,
mind halts ,the beats stumble
a chilled touch
send shivers
Lo! I revive
what a miracle!
Sip, I
a drop of nectar …
in a glance of your crepuscle.
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hark ! O! soliloquy
Thy name is
chiseled in the rock of life ‘s fate.
the running stream
of dubious troubles,separation, conflicts
quarrels or discomfort
can’t erode the
tender surface
of love and trust ever.
knotted together
we, in the lacy ribbon
faith and destiny
play together.
…
A chord struck mellifluous
O! thy name, I repeat
is pulse of my life
be it winter or summer
Will thou! Soliloquy realize
the irresistible craving that hath been…
the gushing blood etches thy name
on walls of heart in melancholy.
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ask the eyes that saw the black nights
of hunger
the only shelter, broken thatched
torn rag
and a sole shrouded cover.
ask the eyes
which witnessed death
while bloomed the buds
in innocence
toiled hands at work
to earn and fill one’s
stomach
ask the eyes
those which wept in loneliness
fought against the storms unseen
every bent, a new challenge
on every road
when hope was killed.
ask the eyes
which fear love
perhaps they think,
it vanishes
like the fragrance
of jasmine in air…
submerge they
in plateau of solitude
alone and bereft…
ask the eyes
forbidden
forsaken abandoned,
neglected, ignored and abused
the grief of survival
in distress, sadness,
and despair,
failure ,devastation or
battles …
ask the eyes
who have ne’er got enough
of anything
what is your identity
what is your sect
what is your caste or creed
what’s the name of your faith?
what is comfort, luxury
what ‘s your goal next
what’s your favourite destination
which holiday you liked the best
the silent eyes
in disbelief
will utter
only truth
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In the catacomb
lies the book
undusted,flipping pages
across
folds of time…
in sepulcher
rest myriad thoughts
buried emotions
locked inside the heart’s vault’
in labyrinth , like a untangled mesh
they lived weltered
amidst the scallop of mess…
kabbalistic
the epitaph on the stone
reclines in slumber
the manuscript.
soumyav 