They nv’r learnt to rest
The untiring pair stood everywhere –
in corridors, in queue
struggling for survival
even in nights, beside the bed
burdened with duty, the lonesome pair
They surprise
shock
smile over and share
“Tis our dedication” ,spoke the duo very clear
filling the corridors with resonance
proclaiming their presence
I unfailingly rest for few hours
While the pair of energetic legs stand forever
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
shared I , the melancholic drops
fell which on the blossom of life
drenching my fabric
whence I treasure a casket
of those translucent gems for you.
not before long
they had rolled swiftly
away was the spring of love then,
missed thy ,my gorgeous raindrops
doused which as the early monsoon.
I realize ,how precious you
find them, glittering and shining
preserved , saved thus
like jewels
the drops melancholic…
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through the passage of turbulent times
runs the stream of love divine
narrowed which the chasm of nothingness
filled the vale with fragrant roses.
ravines cut by the flow of words
on the rocky path or desert
bruise the tender heart
the balm for this ache is rare,
hard to realize
and exceptional to find!
love for the soul
kindness at heart
benign the wellness,
gracious becomes the art!
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.
Not a morsel for her every grain hath been shared, the empty plate shines reflecting her freckled face… mockingly it shows her vulnerability saddened eyes painted with poverty… pangs of hunger make noise the rattle of unfilled stomach is heard even if disguised… laughs the empty plate at the cruel fate what a destined day! Where the world feasts and I remain starving for days… wish I was a possession of a proud kitchen decked with sumptuous dishes to succor for then, I would not have been so vindictive cursing my owner, the famished being …
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!
watching your delicate steps
on the nearby meadow
rests where my soul
in drops of dew spread …
breathing the perfume
that you once wore
fragrances which my heart
as the lilies droop more…
quietly I whisper your name
vales and hills echo the same
proclaiming of the adore
for the demure
vanished who abruptly in the far jungles…
soumyav 