Unfurled petals as they seem, The curved lashes black and shining, Who prevent the deluge to the brim… cupping up the falling drops of destiny… with every cascade of the fall, breaks the delusion and fallacy to let the sublime stream flow without inhibition… thy petals ! herald the advent of spring, the fall and rains behind lay stranded, they embrace the fragrance of the bouquet brought with winds of the mist!
RETREAD TO NATIVE SOIL
When the auburn setting sun fainted
I dipped in the shades of reminiscences
flew the sprightly dancing birds
Migrating back to the home of their old ancestral…
Unlike the human who leaves
ne’er turns and looks back
The scent of the nostalgic dust
Of thy motherland
although when fills the nostril
of the wetted eye…
How hath the colour changed of the sky
I watch the clouds move
from the place where I once dwelt
to newer horizon…
long years ripens the hair
white silver streak visible
yet awaits the native soil
re tread of the same feet
which has lost the path
under the blue firmament.
Silver sky
I walk under the grey clouds for distances
to get a glimpse of the silver sky,
where the golden ray strikes and pierces through
on the dead patch of ground on earth
darkened since long!
Like a fountain !
Like a fountain of selfless love I dispersed the atoms of life emptying my heart filling yours every time… immersed in the gigantic hugeness of thy persona I shyly stood in the shadow of being humble to the divine. What is of me ! I ne’er cared for loved ones I died and cared, Spray ! eternal fountain thy shower of fragrant mist infuse in me the strength and endurance to sustain!
Story by a birdie!
Rested awhile against the sturdy trunk of the old banyan,
I closed my dreary eyes for a second to fall asleep,
A falling leaf from the branch above, woke me up,
Shockingly as I got up to look around and stood on my feet.
The little birdie on the highest branch laughed aloud
In her jubilant mischievous tone ,she sang
“Oh! Look how fears a man strong, in broad daylight
from a gush of wind,
a fallen leaf shocks his senses ,he who can shake the
whole tree!!!
“What use the power and the vigour,
that is afraid of minute things
The heart inside trembles and shivers
on every instantaneous scene.”
“I ,the little birdie ,sit here and say,
When my nest gets wrecked in every storm and rampage,
yet I build the straw house ..
with patience and smile…
what makes the powerful man
then sit like a loser and moan in pain
…while he lost few pounds by chance…
And still has ahead the whole lifetime”.
When my tiny birdies,who are just hatched
Sometimes slip and fall from the nest
their determination and courage makes them fly
to a safer place to be in peace….
“Why,Alas! The tired human sits like a loser under the tree
He has got strength, brain and power to
use and rebuild …
What for he cries and what for he screams,
He is his own creator,
He ,who can build his own destiny.”
A Frozen Night
Tonight the sky seems clear and dark, the shining moon is hiding Perhaps !!! blushing like a newly wed, peeping from clusters of cloud traveling! the dew drops too have vanished the grass looks dry and cold, few stars twinkle ,without a word, the night seems more chilled and I tremble! the serene breeze of seaside gets more violent and stronger, piercing the delicate skin the spine shakers and shivers. What a frozen night of glacial winds, the atmosphere turns icy wintry darkness rules the mind, the heart frosts in rimy coldness.
EUPHORIA
i held the cup ,
brimming in divine love
in trance , I stood underneath
the banyan tree!
my eyes transfixed
on the statuette
which my perception
envisioned in thoughts deep.
melody resonated in the air
I in euphoria,
quivered
while I see my Lord!
manifest as the Gracious pastoral…
BRIDE OF ETERNAL GRANDEUR
Mist, the heavenly love sprayed in the zephyr
Watched the silvery clouds from above
frosty designs created on heart of earth,
shined the periphery of the sapphire meadow!
gazed the dancing butterflies with awe
nightingales sang the melody of life
in cadence flowed the river
what a musical opera in concert!
Wondrously the colossal mountains stared
at the beauteous spirit of nature
swayed the dense forests
smiled and fluttered the newly born leaf!
far away the mighty ocean roared
asserting its presence
to the distant golden sands
who await to be quenched .
Behold! Nature bedecks as a bride,
with jewels of flowers
diffusing the eternal fragrance in air
and a veil of the silken spread
embossing the vista in the saffron glow
ready for the nuptial vows
as a bride of eternal grandeur!
Book Launch – “Suroor of the Soul”
As the year 2013 wraps itself in the memories of the events that occurred during the whole year and gets in the celebration mood of CHRISTMAS in few days from now, I have a news to share with all of you.
The most awaited moment is here,the launch of our poetry book , ” Suroor of the Soul” at India International Centre,Delhi on 21st Dec 2013.All are cordially invited to grace the occasion and be a part of the wonderful journey.
It has not been long since “Suroor ” was published on Amazon and received a wide and touching response from everyone who has read the book. The thought behind “Suroor ” was intense and it delved deep into insights regarding the journey of a soul which wanders on earth in search of true happiness.
We all are such souls,seeking happiness in every dream,ambition and path of life ,yet we fail to experience the true feeling of it.This book dwells in such a voyage through a poetic form reflecting the real experiences of human on earth.
You can visit the website of “Suroor of the Soul” to read more about the reviews,interviews and updates regarding the topic which we think has endless and limitless expeditions.
Also you can get updated and join through the FB page “Suroor of the Soul”
With Best Wishes,
Soumya and Shaheen
BARREN
burnt pyre of the hopes in flame
had remained ablaze
yet remained in haze
ashes now heap on earth
barren realm stands without shade…
had been once fertile
rained then the feelings
deserted now is the land
devoid of living…
for years when it stands such,
a cacti won’t grow on its soil thus.
…
soumyav 