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
I triumphed over the odds
Sometimes to slash the thorns
the blossoms on stretched meadows
caressed wounds while I galloped
as if flying on unicorn
A halt for a while , a shelter under a tree
gathering perspired breaths
rose the spirit to journey
Yeah ! it is the endless path
road to the ethereal resort
tents, huts , caravans
allure midway along
neither any fancies nor any whims
to stop the dreams
The soul glimpses and carries forth
A new endeavor to survive on!
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
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
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 !
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 ©Soumya
It has really been a long time since I interacted with all of you due to my busy schedule of parallel assignments and work. Yet the quill never stopped and the ink flows incessantly churning out the deep thoughts, embracing with love and weaving them in form of new verses everytime.
WordPress announced today that the’ Blog turns 5′. So its my blog’s anniversary ! This journey has been possible due to all the lovely blogger friends out here, who have stood with me since years.Each one of you have been equally important in my journey of blogging. This is my first blog and hence holds a special place in my heart.
Thanks to all of you – readers, bloggers and friends. Let me share a poem about birth on this occasion.
Who art thou?
The one who breathes in a cuddle of warm embrace
Tucking memories of every birth in tiny fingers
Whence thou arrive
from which land…?
From the soil of Beethoven or originated from the Rumi’s dervish dance
Had thou runneth beside the Ganga
or thou the leaf from the Bodhisatva
art thou the whiteness of Himalayas
or the pearl of a divine heart?
O! soul! Where art thou from?
While the soft lotus feet curl like petals
Will thou proclaim thy arrival?
O! Little one !
Welcome abode in the depths of our heart…
Thanks and best wishes
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
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,
coalesce and unite to assimilate finally
like a body converts to ashes
and integrates in the soil
A Life gets over
I stare without a gaze
in pursue of the zigzag roads
my wings get plucked and ruffle
faraway a mountain attracts my heart
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
will light dawn on the million verses
sleeping in peace for eonion
fluttering them to their destination
letting them free
to be epical scriptures.
skips the pulse , one breath I lose
a moment of your thought
when my eyelids gaze the blue
searching for the brightest star
its twinkle reminds me of you…
amidst the constellation
a unique stellar assemble
come closer ! I whisper,
as I capture Thee
in the quiet lake of my iris
to bathe in amor
the lotus petals seal until
the aurora pierces
the dark firmament and falls on the bud
about to blossom.
Oh! am god’s clay
soft , tender, smooth
yet can be brittle and tough at times
nay, I ain’t hail
from the breed
of proud ,haughty misnomers
who sparsely realize a drop
of tear worth…
neither they hath seen the
gory of dead or
the dreaded hunger
words ..larger than life
social and palpable
..they have mugged the
decks which every word as treasure
alas! never could their heart get drench
in the tragic rain of worries under the
rain coat of superficial fashion..
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
until I reach the
garden of my desires.