under the expanse of colours
where breathes life due to HIS desire
infinitesimal are such glimpses
whence overwhelmed is the atmosphere
yearns to express the soul
often losing words as eyes trickle few pearls
to compensate the mute emotion
away from the worldly plays
in silence cries the soul craving for eternity
and
The quest continues forever…
©Soumya
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hark ! O! soliloquy
Thy name is
chiseled in the rock of life ‘s fate.
the running stream
of dubious troubles,separation, conflicts
quarrels or discomfort
can’t erode the
tender surface
of love and trust ever.
knotted together
we, in the lacy ribbon
faith and destiny
play together.
…
A chord struck mellifluous
O! thy name, I repeat
is pulse of my life
be it winter or summer
Will thou! Soliloquy realize
the irresistible craving that hath been…
the gushing blood etches thy name
on walls of heart in melancholy.
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In the catacomb
lies the book
undusted,flipping pages
across
folds of time…
in sepulcher
rest myriad thoughts
buried emotions
locked inside the heart’s vault’
in labyrinth , like a untangled mesh
they lived weltered
amidst the scallop of mess…
kabbalistic
the epitaph on the stone
reclines in slumber
the manuscript.
looked up, an old fragile flower
gazing at the wide azure
savvying for a drizzle
which perhaps
could
rejuvenate its trembling veins…
in an instant
vanishes, the evanescence
in the zephyr
“O! don’t take ages ..cries the
soul…
in more anguished pain…
suffocates the last breath
here , I strangulate .”
for long I had been
away from thy shelter
sneaking out of thine refuge
warping on false slumbers…
atrophied my stature
besotted I remained,
as the power of free will
diminishes ,
the mind emaciated…
Awhile the orphic shower cleanses
my deepest caverns…
let my petals secrete
at thy humble feet
the good , bad and evil
in a sacred disposition…
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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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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TRUTH OF LIFE
It’s the truth of life,what we crave for is lost ,
like the golden particles of sand,
that slide between the fingers,
even from a tight fist…
what we cannot hold ,
is the truth of time.
That which flows like a stream
open, unended, unclosed,
incessant,
like the love of a pure heart
unselfish, uncanny, selfless..
Beyond this altruistic reality
is nothing but a mirage,
world of images and fantasies
ready to get crushed by folds of time…
illusions many,
how much we wary
breaks the mirror of our whimsies
in broad daylight.
.
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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?
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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 !
soumyav 