“Faith”

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

PURPLE

 

Isn’t the orchid pale today or

the azure lost its hues in frosty weather

the pink lilies too

seem dull

when the dusk appears little purple than

the scarlet pier…usual

forgotten in dead remains

as ashes they scatter in dust

reminiscences of the beloveds

who died one fateful night

last summer…

again prevails the same climate

transforms the camouflage of

flowers and world

Tis the sky who alone

remembers the fury

repercussions of war

in cold blooded atmosphere…

sulks the orchid tonight…

purple appears the crimson lover

stained in blood drops

dried and desiccated as humans of universe.

 

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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Rooted!

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.

 

 

THE HIGHLAND LASS !

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O! Nifty , delicate highland lass,
beneath your trampled feet lies my heart
carefully walk and ride the horse
somewhere on the moorland , my soul drags along…whip when you , the lazy horse
watch the lengthy rope
moving in tangent harms
and sheds the cluster of flowers pink
those which hung from branches long.O! princess of mesa,
thou attire the floral skirt…
my love has decked the fabric
with embroider
and life hums the tune
of thy love song.

Floweth like wind!

shone the glow of your face in shimmering sparkles
Ya !  I am stupefied, charmed
by the smile of your grandeur…
Floweth like wind,
who caressing the soft temple
my brows are jealous
whisked out quickly the
kiss between their splendor.

the penetrating feel of
the affection,
a simple peck
imprinted on wall of adoration.

oh! I melted in seconds
transformed the frigid nature
like fragments of dew,I
disperse and mingle
with the dancing breeze amateur.

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The silvery streak !

through the broken pane of thy window,
peeps the silvery streak
glows thine radiance in luminous waves
why doth it then steal
the charm of thy cheeks,
knoweth it not,
thou art mine,
mingles it in thy silken locks,
rusheth out quickly,
hiding behind the grey peaks …

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“Elan”

rumblings few
cannot deter the elan
the zeal borne out of enthusiasm
and charm
betwixt the intervals by trepid  interruptions
wins the way , Thou! solitary heart…

Thou, hath seen enough storms
tornadoes
that wreck and leave torn
yet thy ship has sailed through
turbulence , with faith and courage ,
in every voyage…

when piercing words like darts
poisoned
and bled the
innocent heart
Thou! solitary heart
like a calm breeze
soothed
the bruises of thyself
with divine charm

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MONSTER !

I see a monster on every shoulder
Thou! named stress of responsibility
what needs one for survival
two square meals and a shelter to live?
why hath then the demon
crushed the flower of mental peace
gobbling up moments of happiness
 dancing on heads with
a satanic mischief.

Why carries the man then burden
can there ever be a limit to desire
luxury, comfort are monetary matters
tranquility can’t be gained by this measure…
wealth stands helpless in joy and satisfaction
whilst an affluent man is clenched too
by this monster.

How far would you carry the Goliath
smash this Lil’ devil off your shoulder
unburdening useless pressure
breathe freely in the enchanting nature
walk in joy with conciliation,
between the tussle of worry and placidness
the heart wins with self-confidence and valor.

Herald

Faraway in the coppice
echoes the shrill of a cuckoo
she who sings for her beloved
in melancholic blues…
The ripe blossoms of mango trees
disperses through the grove
Crossing the hill, nearby
reaches the hamlet offshore.

Halt!
Awaits who in the courtyard
The lonely lass
for the pulse of her heart alike the cuckoo,
she too remains hidden and lost…

Asks then the herald
to falling heaven
in joy , whence will the air gladden?
athirst soul, sings for love’s arrival
in wish of a unfulfilled quenching desire…

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