Rhetoric

Ah! Exclaimed the unknown poet

Bidding adieu to the world of sleeping souls

“Will thou never wake up

anyday before the

temple bells  or will the sound of

 a blowing conch stir thy senses

Then thou would get up from the slumber”

In dark , have thou lived

Forgetting the golden hours

When the prismatic rays kissed

Thy temple’s horizon

…long before the birds sang thine praises

And perched beside the mangoflowers…

Now sleeps the land

and thou folks in inebriation of materialistic ,egoistic treasures

Leaving aside the golden strokes

of humanism….

Shattering idols of faith…creating statues of stone and places of fearful altar

Mingle thou in dust while thy soul shrieks to remind

illumine the cavern

Then would be the advent of

An age utopian…

@Soumya

“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

“THE PRICELESS GIFT”

what should I gift thee,
a token of love wrapped
in silk
a kiss shall vanish
in the zephyr,
a rose will lose its colour
lacy pack of chocolates
soon get savoured in hours,
an attire would wrap
thou,
but soon will the thread get unleashed

…then
what should I gift thee…
which valuable jewel?
a diamond, gold, ruby or emerald
they lose charm
in glittering aura of thou…
The stones will fall apart…
then…
what should I gift thee
A book, which
can be treasured for years…
..oh no, it shall be stacked in the shelf
dust will be its companion…
A perfume shall fizz out in days
every gift is mortal…
Unlike the soul of mine and thee
which remains immortal…

O ! then let me pluck few moments
from the cosmic air
of universe,
bedeck them with flowers of love
scent with my songs of splendor…
tune in music with my chords
I would gift thee
this
ceaseless, priceless , immortal
treasure.

Time

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Howsoever far soars the bird

It has to return to its nest in time…

Like a wandering nomad roams through

Yet tents in places at a specific time…

As a traveler,

the soul voyages on earth

before its assimilation with divine…

When the azure turns dark

and the leaves shrivel in autumn time

Or the flowers which bloom in spring

and seasons change

The moment of realization is predestined.

 

“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.

Light of Wisdom

O! Thee, my ignorant mind seeks the light
there’s darkness everywhere,
knowledge flourishes,
learned is man,
who is the learner,dies the inquisitiveness…

Speaks every mouth,
who doth listen,
forgets the vision, to observe
ears deafen …

O! Thee,
searches my ignorant mind
for the lustrous flower
whose fragrance shall wipe away
worries and ego of power…

Amidst the clouded thoughts and views
of the intellectuals,
I, stand alone
look for that light of wisdom
illumines and kindles
the lost conscience of every soul and enliven.

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Truth of Life

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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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 !