this time the ink has dried like my spring of feelings parched over time and ages season seems frigid buds remain unbirthed flowers seem withered stagnant is nature nothing changes arid becomes heart tongue becomes voiceless agony is the new me pain is the new name. ©Soumya
Carved
amidst the rumbling chaos and storms
on the rock of life perpetual & strong
thy presence
cut and chiselled a new form
carving emotions on heart and piercing
the veins …
pricking to be alive every moment
every dawn
Tis inexplicable
the hammer
silent blow
and rock
awaiting new shape
new sculpture of life to be formed…
©Soumya
ALLEYS OF AJMER
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 !
ALTEREGO
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 .
- After long participating in Mindlove Miseries Menagerie
OFFERING
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…
Utterless,thankless,
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.
©Soumya
My new venture” Jogi De Naal”
Dear friends,
It has been long since I shared a word with you directly and somehow have been posting less poems than earlier,all because of busy schedules, other involvements and my new venture.
Yes, learning and evolving keeps us vibrant and lively. My new venture is a project I was working on produced by my newly established company “AUDUMBAR ARTS” which would deal with production of music videos, albums, short films and also organize art, music and poetry festivals in future.
As of now, the first video,a Punjabi Sufi fusion “Jogi De Naal” has been released today on Eid by Audumbar Arts in association with Zee Music Company.
This is a stepping stone for me and the newly born company.
Iam sharing the YouTube link with all of you here and hope you all would love it.
Kindly watch and share if you enjoy the song!
Best wishes,
Soumya
We
your words pierced every vein
leaving goosebumps
and I saw the lost moment again
In dust I vanished
you in the dew of time
both in opposite directions
but hearts connected for lifetime
with a sigh,
the hope dawns with every morn,and sets
in the night dark
a moment to be together
leaving the world aside.
.
©SoumyaV
A Life gets over
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
“Since eonian”
I stare without a gaze
emotions bereft
open strands
in pursue of the zigzag roads
my wings get plucked and ruffle
faraway a mountain attracts my heart
again…
births a new zeal
infused with endless enthusiasm…
like petals of rose, my words fragrance
will they live eternally between the nostalgic pages
as love echoing poetic passion…
would someone unravel the buried grave
one day,
will light dawn on the million verses
sleeping in peace for eonion
fluttering them to their destination
letting them free
to be epical scriptures.
She lives nowhere
She lives nowhere
neither in her own cage
nor in open air
homeless, shelterless she moves…
seeking solace
would the tranquil blue provide
her some rest
will the traveling clouds quench her thirst ageless,
in the crowd, she gets lost
her voice diminishing to nothingness
where ‘s she now
where is her abode
in the limitless sky
she searches for her unique dwell.
soumyav 