Fortitude


Fortitude!

Hasn’t it broken sometimes the inner you

while strong trees face storms

haven’t few branches broken in this climatic tyranny

Priceless diamonds are formed by coal

hasn’t the relentless pressure under the gravel broken allotropes of coal

hasn’t the emerging of wings of butterfly

been painful  from a metamorphosis of a  cocoon

Fortitude!

sometimes is a long enduring journey

sustain and the exquisiteness is borne

give up and nothing’

but broken shackles of you !!!

©Soumya

 

 

 

The wandering breeze


behold ! here comes the wandering breeze

in cycle of time

with lapses and pauses

gushing through old fallen leaves,

fluttering branches,

beneath wings of soaring birdies

ov’r the clouds and hills

whispering  murmurs of lore

in seasons of life

Lo! here’s the gentle wind

with a metamorphosis in stride…

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QUARANTINE


 

 

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syllables, phrases, metaphors

nothing  denotes pure intentions

neither proves

the potential traveler

thousand paths you might have walked

countless hurdles tried,

along the cliff,been a savior

or chipped in self for life …

 

Just quarantine

for none of above shall enforce a new journey

neither define your dream goal

amidst chaos of noises ,

between endless gossips and thousand notes

breathe and live

you are the solitary traveler

be yourself and tread.

 

©Soumya

Her flight


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She cared and believed

It would work

The magic wand of faith hidden in her armor

For all her life,she had struggled the odd

faced adversities and critics ,a furlong

Then what held her head high

and what stopped the cry

Her fallen tears reinstated,

strengthened the roots

flourished branches  to open sky

the feathers were let loose

away she flew ,gliding

trying to meet the horizon

as the nest beckoned

the flight returned

 

 

Why is the heart  restless

for ages , the only hope was a  gleam

Sunrise, sunset similar they seemed

Isn’t there a dawn for me ever,she wept

In middle of night,somewhere

her heart trembled while alone she fought

Tears of agony,

Pains of heart

The next morn awaited the soul

For a new start and newer role

To create a new mural of thoughts

To bring the change that eyes look upon

©Soumya

Tis far


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Tis far

farther than where my eyes could reach

to the end of another horizon

countless steps I take ,

howsoever miles I walk…it moves further

Is it a mirage,

Nope ,can’t be !

The fruition destination of my efforts.

Far ,farther, farthest

it moves to…

“what do thou seek

what do thou look for”, cries the inner voice in tears,

“Nothing” ,I sulk

Tis me , my journey

I gaze on …

©Soumya

Attached , detached or free?


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dangling from the last twig of  topmost branch

behind the shrub of small wildflowers

amidst the verdure of freshly borne feel

while the satin petals smile and bloom

dewdrops kiss the skin

gazes the flower upto the blue

while blushing maiden peeps from behind clouds

alike the pure emotions of heart

the lily attached to its tree

yet is detached and free…

winging to the sky …through day or night

while the  moon glides

 

©Soumya

 

MANSION


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built on the stacks of love

rendering moments with finesse and compassion

oh! so is the mansion of life

fitted with murals and sculptures of moments miniscule

would anyone bother to have a look

on the intricate work of bonds in details

will any glance ever realize

the pain of gathering the same

Often, everything gets lost in the long way

except the structure that

stands and the hands

which stacked the bricks…

 

©Soumya