I have lost my pen
its nib – golden
once scribbled ceaselessly
while the world retired
to the cushion of comfort every night
the quill loved to brush against the papyrus…
leaking on blank pages
the painful emotions
which were witness of sordid transitions
yet as a powerful weapon
narrating every encounter thus illegal…
where is the indite
where’s the instrument
the sword -that sliced reality
spear- which pierced the raw veins
dagger – which wounded the cold heart
as a potion for lovers
and deadly poison
… help me ,find my pen
Tis’ lost somewhere
in the desert.
In the catacomb
lies the book
folds of time…
rest myriad thoughts
locked inside the heart’s vault’
in labyrinth , like a untangled mesh
they lived weltered
amidst the scallop of mess…
the epitaph on the stone
reclines in slumber
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!
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
My thoughts in vacuum
I cannot form a cloud…
My thoughts become
When the muse vanishes
In a hazy cloud….
I try to create and recreate
yet fail everytime
the one in which you transformed
luminescent and transclucent
I search in folds of time…
pastels ,brush, a canvas,
I hold in hand
trying to sketch the gorgeous
the eyes of your glance…
In my verse ,I endeavour
to create the magic in air,
struggling hard through the vacuum
finding right shades for your hair…
dipped in earthy colours,
I evaluate and experiment,
finally a mystic tint
dyes the art piece in crimson pink.
originates a masterpiece
I am awestruck
Its you ,the muse,
Who’s portrait has emerged
with celestial beauty n angelic eyes,
manifests on the canvas ,the divine in delight!