alive remain we, until grounded,
in depths of soil, as we are rooted.
a moment takes to uproot the base,
dry the leaves of existence, life devastates.
Souls in transcendence!
on the falling and rising tidal waves
amidst the rough climate
surpassing every storm and hazy days
through silent, restless nights…
after years of deplorable moments…
wandered through the dense darkened forests
searching for the soul close and intimate…
the lonesome hearts sought for real happiness…
wrenched by twists of life,
in clenched fists of relations with strife
in silence humble ,
bringing on every face a smile…
the solitary souls walked in the arid desert
thirsty and naive.…
hitherto unaware of each other
walking alone on the same path…
yet away from one another…
two distinct flames of the same Creator
come across at a juncture…
Thence, conspires the Galaxy with the stars,
to guide the souls and illumine their path…
a radiant effulgence from the heaven
burns continuously
as a wick of the lantern…
which brightens
their traversing path…
the twin souls, thus
earn the command
of destiny and fate’s predicament
assimilating in eternal fire
of love and existence…
becoming one in transcendence.
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Fanaticism
while the mind gets narrowed
with borders and limits
the heart constricts
suffocating emotions and sentiments
regardless of realization
acts a human foolish
fanaticism becomes the idol
of this age…
Those extreme views which
ne’er hath profited mankind
shreds the skin with a scrape
such thoughts guile and uncanny
knoweth not
this is not progress.
worrying,the situation
the fiend views
filthy minds put all at stake…
how shall the human race survive
how doth this world be saved?
AGE
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Age gracefully as, the day
transforms which beautifully
into twilight
ripens the sky with different hues
while breeze gets pleasant at dusk
after being sultry ,
mature thus like the day which
merges with darkness of night silently
awaiting for the new morn to be dawned
sleeping in its arms gently !
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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Which way you run!
O! FEEBLE HEART
Which way you run!
O ! feeble heart!
Where doth you seek and search for love,
in human ,
of the dead flesh
in the darkness of emotional cave
through forests of thoughts
in ruthless veins
or the minds that …slumber…
and indulge in selfcentredness…
what maketh you flee to
these strangers of the unknown play…
Hath you not known,
It’s a stage,
illusion is the world
identities fake…
Then how could you ne’er know,
The search for love,
is on a different path ahead, pulled where
You will be through
the sacred thread..
When comes the moment,
The dawn radiates…
rises the soul …
Thence on a journey, the eternal quest begins
Love sublimates…
It’s the Divine, where you doth find
the truth of affection and love …
in His Glory ,in His Name…
A different song
how do I sing a new melody,
of blissful tunes
that wipes old tragedy…
in a pitch higher than the rest
on a note different
but the best…
how doth the nightingale weaves
everyday a gorgeous tale…
how shall this unsung lore
of love, be
a song of courage…
sing along , O humming bird
why doth your voice so vibrate
yeah! I hear the heartbeats
betwixt your sighs
those which reverberate…
lets hum , lets pluck
the harmonious strings
tap and dance like a ball
only you and me
on the crust of the earth
O ! chime of the wind serene!
From the pen of a woman!
I burnt the effigy of the old customs Is it a sin, amidst the snowy chilled world Iam standing, Grant me thy courage to withstand And forbear the ransom That which strangles my existence…. I , born to be thus, A silent crusader, A life long fighter, What shall then stop my battle… behold, I watch the world mutely, beware! my ink screams with utmost intensity! The pen dwells through my veins narrating the tale of agony and miseries! does the splendid ink speak of glory or stories magnanimously told as lie! whatever it echoes , it shall resonate the sordid reality of mankind!
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.
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!
soumyav 