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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The lonely tree


On the longer dreaded path of the solitary journey, when farther appears the destination
Tornadoes blow the dust in air
Winds speed for a resurrection
Scathed are feet
Clouds become grey before
Any conjecture
There would be a lonely tree
Standing amidst nothingness
To absorb the hurricane
And embrace and shelter…
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Halt for a while, o mind
Let the soul breathe
Rejuvenate and
Walk again to the destination ©soumya

Few steps…


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few steps and we cross

the gateway of earth

after the crisscross of clouds and few norms

we land on an altar

of stars

beneath , the world appears minute like a dewdrop

here ,we stride in cosmos

beside the planets in backdrop

can we hold and pick them up

place in orbits as we thought?

Life or destiny

can it be aligned and designed as

we presume and want?

 

©Soumya