Flap the wings harder !

 

What’s next, cries the heart

which colour of sky shall

the eyes perceive,

 wrath of scarlet or

peaceful azure…?

 

flees the life of soul

faraway in the lap of hills,

in dense forests ,

lost in green…

where a ray of light cannot pierce

how would you find me,

world,

here I hide

amidst the woods unknown,

better than

 lives seen…

 

In dark,I won’t shiver,

although the eeriness  will echo

crickets, bees, wild beasts

in their kingdom I roam.

 

none to rule, or proclaim

my clipped wings hurt in pain

years in the cage golden ,

stripped my strength

I wish to fly again…

Here I come

free I soar,

flap the wings harder , O soul!

 

DEATH

DEATH

I simmer in the boiling emotions of past
Oh! death ! it isn’t that easy
to sleep in thy arms,
before the world awakens
in duty is immersed my heart.
Would thou ever survive a second
in such life , craving for a glance…

Oh ! death! thou ignorant
of the mortal ways of earth…
how doth you know
the sordidness,
eyes when get wet with reminiscences …

Wrap me with the white linen
of thy warmth,
wait ,
let me furnish the assigned task
there are few minutes left
to be in thy arms!

My son!
Come here, adorn the casket
spread the lilies
Beware!
I fear roses
they prickle my skin…
quietly step near
I sleep in peace…
do not disturb…

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My 800th Post- “MY WORDS”

Dear friends,

It has been a long journey till here  ,as I publish my 800 th post today. Iam thankful to every reader, visitor, viewer of my blog and my friends who continously have encouraged me with their loving comments and through their presence. For my simple words , I write this!

 “For affluence , I do not have words
my thoughts are unique.
different is my verse…
thou shall be comforted in the raging summers
as the lucid pleasant sprinkle on your cheeks
from the emotions of my poetic drizzle…
in chilling frosty weather
the ablaze of my burning passionate words
will warm thy soul as ever…
on lone nights, they can comfort thou
like a cuddling pillow
absorbing thy worries in dark hours…
in thy setbacks, or fall
inspiring, zestful glimpses
will make you stand with fervor.
O! friend ! my words cannot be diverse
but my reflections are unlike and inimitable”

 

Best wishes,

Soumya

 

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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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Plough thy field!

Plough thy field ,
O! restless mind,
barren is thy land
make it fertile…

rake up the soil
undug the earth
freshen thy surface for the sow…
spread the seeds of the enchanting name
Whose utterance will lift your veil

O! ignorant mind,
cultivate thy land
let the virtuous arrive
till then thy senses,
recite the song
of the majestic creator,
The Supreme one

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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.

“To Rise”- A Verse for Women’s day

It’s a dream ,

 A simple wish

Neither jewels fancy me

Nor the glitter of being rich…

As a tiny colourful bird,

I want to wing my feathers

Spreading in the open air

To hover over the colourless ocean…

 

Clipped , chained,

I lay in tethers

In the dark abyss

The dust of nostalgia

Suffocating my nostrils…

 

From ages , restrained I am

Crumpled like a rose ,petals crushed,

Oh! Who doth seen ,

The blood that oozes

When Iam strangled within my shelter…

 

Buried beneath the fire ablaze

Watch the smoke moving high

Kisses it ,the clouds white…

I await…to be born again..

from the ashes of the pyre…

Like a phoenix ..of modern times.

 

The Grey Shawl!

Beneath the grey shawl

I still shiver and tremble,

It shrouds my figure

Yet is devoid of the warm ensemble.

 

Sparingly I look up

Or try to search

The tattered shawl needs a mend

Few stitches shall repair the imperfect shred.

 

With a needle of courage

A thread of hope

I hide the patch and refurbish

It’s a new wrap in possession

The old torn is nowhere…

Water wont seep in

through the pores of this mantle ever…

THE COMMON MAN !

What made the common man suffer in the fight for survival?

What made him so vulnerable against the pitiable condition?

Who tied his hands behind ,with strings of unfaithful symptoms?

Forgetting the core of humanity ,what makes him shed his dead skin?

 

The political vendetta is blame game of irrationalism

Have you ever watched the chameleon with different colours?

 

Beside the scene, sits the common man quietly

When shall his inner voice scream for justification…?

 

Shall a crusade ever start

within the hard core shell of man

wears who the mask of public, politician, official or lawmaker

 Of different genres , of different dispositions

 Tis the mankind which suffers…

offspring of whom we are …

lost,stranded and

 forgotten.

 

 

 

 

 

“A BUD ” from “Suroor of the Soul”

Dear readers,

Here is an audio visual treat from the creators of “Suroor of the Soul” , me and Shaheen .

Nature with the eternal music and a verse in a soft voice is always a delight! Sharing with you the video  of “A BUD” from the pages of ” Suroor of the Soul”.

In written words I respire ,

&

in spoken I dance!