A part of me is sliced tonight
chaffed off my tender heart
The breath is half,
Life becomes half
snatches as the clutches of destiny
from my existence
a part
Somewhere down the years , the bruised portion will grow
balm the wounds with verses of blood
curing pain of the open shredded injuries
A part of me then shall merge,
rejuvenate
coalesce and unite to assimilate finally
like a body converts to ashes
and integrates in the soil
A Life gets over
Can I ever express?
Can I ever say?
murmurs the inner voice
The random ruminations
struggling details
endless musings
thoughts ceaseless
turbulent apprehensions
intense emotions
words falling way apart
when the ink of life flows like the Ganges….
the arteries suffocate
what hath the social environ done
strangling wishes in the cage
flutters the bird a last time
before she forgets her own desire
…
how then would the heart speak
after being buried in soil nine feet deep
why then the soul screams
in silence when neither the world hears nor
peeps
Is it the solitude that echoes
and relishes the scathing pain
the lump in choked throat
or the blood of a slit vein…
the smile of the sad heart
or a laugh lame
…
how would the heart start
singing its own tale?
nay, it doesn’t glorify
nor intend to sermon
Tis the lonesome want of a
scribbling poet
Ya! listen comrade
lend a moment ,close your eyes
hear my soul’s tale
as drenches the parched heart
in desirous rain!
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Howsoever far soars the bird
It has to return to its nest in time…
Like a wandering nomad roams through
Yet tents in places at a specific time…
As a traveler,
the soul voyages on earth
before its assimilation with divine…
When the azure turns dark
and the leaves shrivel in autumn time
Or the flowers which bloom in spring
and seasons change
The moment of realization is predestined.
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Hence the old tale revives
from the night of dead
been in exile for moments
gasps and breathes
well in time
had a second been delayed
it would have faded the
fascinating tale..
nope! it can’t cease
as the mystical saga
liveth within the soil
is deep
for the eternal lyrics
respire
while the paroled speeches
seek one another.
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hark ! O! soliloquy
Thy name is
chiseled in the rock of life ‘s fate.
the running stream
of dubious troubles,separation, conflicts
quarrels or discomfort
can’t erode the
tender surface
of love and trust ever.
knotted together
we, in the lacy ribbon
faith and destiny
play together.
…
A chord struck mellifluous
O! thy name, I repeat
is pulse of my life
be it winter or summer
Will thou! Soliloquy realize
the irresistible craving that hath been…
the gushing blood etches thy name
on walls of heart in melancholy.
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In the catacomb
lies the book
undusted,flipping pages
across
folds of time…
in sepulcher
rest myriad thoughts
buried emotions
locked inside the heart’s vault’
in labyrinth , like a untangled mesh
they lived weltered
amidst the scallop of mess…
kabbalistic
the epitaph on the stone
reclines in slumber
the manuscript.
looked up, an old fragile flower
gazing at the wide azure
savvying for a drizzle
which perhaps
could
rejuvenate its trembling veins…
in an instant
vanishes, the evanescence
in the zephyr
“O! don’t take ages ..cries the
soul…
in more anguished pain…
suffocates the last breath
here , I strangulate .”
for long I had been
away from thy shelter
sneaking out of thine refuge
warping on false slumbers…
atrophied my stature
besotted I remained,
as the power of free will
diminishes ,
the mind emaciated…
Awhile the orphic shower cleanses
my deepest caverns…
let my petals secrete
at thy humble feet
the good , bad and evil
in a sacred disposition…
Dear friends,
And here starts another year awaiting new horizons, new dreams and aspirations. So with a pinch of zest lets welcome this new dawn.
Wishing you all a very happy new year.
I climb onto the hill of patience
with a pinch of courage and determination
the gusty ,rowdy winds of destruction
in solitary nights
hell bent to break my twig of faith
amidst the air of depression
whence chokes my throat with
tears of emotion…
…Halt I , for seconds
gaze at the impossible structure,
beyond the colossal mountain wherein
lies the orchard of my joy and exhilaration.
with a stroke of red ,full of zest
on the canvas of azure
I walk persistently
unfailingly
unstoppingly
until I reach the
garden of my desires.
Do not wither
O! season of unison!
Wait until,
I meet my love!
Embrace thy lilies
leap and kiss the
clouds
While I wait
for my companion
Remain here for
sometime more
my love shall arrive
the air will be fragrant again
The birds will sing and
love the flight
Sing! O! season of unison
Here awaits my heart
For the love ,who is miles apart…
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Why do we have to close our eyes,
as if nothing happened,
the morning still looks fresh,
even if the heart got trampled…?
Why is it that we have to sing,
the melodies sweet and cheery,
when the song that rings in our ears,
is a severed sad symphony…?
Why do we take a step ahead
to express our emotions,
when at last we do know,
there’s no value for any affectionate potion?
Why do we love every soul that
we come across,
when we know our soul
shall be bruised..
while filling the love’s chasm…?
.
.
.
It is becoz
You’re the one who has a golden heart,
love and compassion,
warmth and affection
are the diamonds studded in your core !
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soumyav 