“POETS”


Poets speak truth,

I presume

in between lines and words

metaphors wrapped in a cosy shawl of emotions

personified as a beautiful bird flying to the unknown destination in a

a silent night

sailing through fluffy clouds of hope and desperation

they assume

they fall,

they rise and

sometimes become stagnant.

Poets write, poets bleed,

their priceless treasure

the hidden thoughts

those emerge on the blank pages of

a journal

@Soumya V

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Paths of time


and thus ends the day

with a warm cup of coffee in my cold hands

near the cosy fireplace I sit and write…

tis the cold gust of wind rushing through

the tiniest split , between that of the old wooden door…

While it shivers my spine for a moment

and freezes the slender fingers

secluded from your embrace this night.

Hasn’t the aroma of delicacies relished your appetite

tis music time of nature outside…

the fragrance of exotic flowers and the light smell of secreted

fir bark and pines…

wish I to walk amidst these forests

you beside me

and us

treading on paths of time.

©Soumya V

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O ! Sleep !


O ! Sleep! where art thou hidden
behind the grey clouds hovering on my terrace
or beneath the deep sparkling ocean,
Where have thou disappeared
from this zephyr
while I await with dark eyes
thy arrival…
I don’t wish to be cradled
neither be sung , lilting songs of birds
in between sighs of my existence...

Where art thou,
O ! Sleep!
here Iam abandoned…
amidst the crowd of blabbering talk
amongst the noise of endless screeches
embrace me in thy arms
to take along
in thy realm…
wher art thou ! O ! sleep!
miles away a twinkle,I glimpse
come to me ,in silent steps…
under the satin spread of stars heavenly…
©SoumyaV

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“Tangles of Jealousy”


oh ! the tangles of jealousy,

where doth they drive one

into

the dark cave of hatred and false ecstasy…

how the heart like a chameleon turns

red ,sometimes bitter green…

Oh ! narrow minded alleys of such hearts

beware, thy happiness is momentary.. for

love in drops of divine

immaculate and selfless

is eternal and endless…

blossoms which on every perch is life

while moss forms on stagnant minds…

Try  ways

and acts

O! jealousy!

thy face will always be  decked

with superficial jewels

and a clear heart

will bejewel truth for serenity

©Soumya V

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One Life


DSCF5707I need one life

a life of few moments

as the falling sand counts against the race of time

while in unison the momentous instants merge and dance

on the rhythm beats of

clouds and drizzling raindrops

they succor on my skin

as thou once wished ,

in between the pauses , as we rest and move away

our back to each other

I think of you and you of me

envisioning our tale in the newly emerged leaf of spring.