Whence thus…

Treading through rough terrains when in the invisible threads of world entangle lost is the soul in the tandem of livelihood and survival.

Whence thus, whence would

breathe I the fragrance of jasmine

play through forests of green firs

watch the golden over peaks Himalayan

tread along sands of flowing rivers

count the stars lying in a desert

dance with waves of an endless ocean

vibrate in tranquilness

under the sapphire

O! mighty one

paths many I traveled

found umpteen chronicles

thousand relics

but thou reside in me

I knew…

whence would then

thou reveal?








Invisible Call

In the darkness of nothingness, when a storm hurriedly invades the serenity of path undertaken, sometimes blowing off the roof of belief or shelter , its hard to remain focused and determined. The dip in that ocean of pain brings out the most resilient façade of ours which we never had configured.

Like that beautiful resplendence of the full moon in dancing tides of ocean overwhelm the soul ,as if it knows no bounds.This realization of resilience and calmness invigorates stronger faith and determination inspite of rough patches and long distance of broken bends and promises.

Let thy grace shine upon such souls always!

“what else would the soul pray for

in the lonesome desert of world

why thus , how long

how deep , how far…

beyond the stars , behind th eveil

what calls, what beckons

song of  nature, melody of love

wave of emotions, tides of ocean

fluttering of beats,

sound of creation…

Utter thus, words , or music of soul

O ! benign creator


@Soumya V

P.S : It is a random post written as impromtu whilst the mind traveled .IMG_20161027_130255



In the narrow alleys then

fragrance roses in abundance

The light smell of musk incense filled the air

I frantically moved from lane to lane

in search of you

While the lamps illumined darker corners and stars gazed

music echoed and  heart danced

with  inebriation

forgetting self  in search for your presence

seeking the path to blissful pleasure…


lost in crowd ,  joyous and mute

another moment tears overflowed

and washed every glance

Nothing could be seen and known

It was a trance … a gnosis of  love showering

on soul…

onto every  step , I fell

a hand came to save

I move around and still search for you

Alleys of Ajmer

Dust of  you

I breathe your presence

O ! Murshid ! I miss you !

Grand Mosque , AbuDhabi ©Soumya




Lifeless appears life
Whilst thou sleep through golden light
Having lost the moment and time
What remains is
mirage of life

Mere existence,
Forgetting to breathe
Unheard heartbeats
Criss cross shades umpteen

Lifeless life of monochrome
Tis monotonous if we forget to dream and wish
Colours deluged many a times
 frame remains colourless 



To the alterego

looked up the heart

frantically finding its very own part

amidst the solitude of  chaotic silence

while a hope of reassurance sparks

Beside the spirit, walking far

the journey of introspection thus starts .



I offered myself as an offering

On the altar of  beguiled love

Surrendering to the rules of heart

Walked endlessly falling routes

Thorns pierced and so did words

Heart bruised

Wounds opened

Flowers showered when praise showcased

for reason…


Struggling forever

Oh! The petals shriveled and dried the nectar

Colours forgotten and music lost in

Path to heaven.

An offering I made of myself ,

Nothing more to offer

Seasons change

And I remain thus forever.




via Daily Prompt: Volume

Volume –
They speak volumes
the reed of a nomad
flow of a brook
gaze of a look
silence of the rocks
impregnated clouds
darkness of the night
twinkling of stars
rustling breeze
a potter’s wheel
a poet’s nib
feelings of heart