The solitary fragrance

the petals flew with wind
traveling through cedars and hills
what remained...
the solitary fragrance
invisible , intrigue

retreading the journey
the returning season 
in boulevard of memories
finds esoteric nectar ...
lost yet etched
scattered yet embedded
redolence of faith
dispersed in nature....

@soumya 

TRAVEL

what do I wish
where do I walk
amidst the ferns or over the rocks
randomly I wander
what doth I seek
happiness - a mystery
contentment - a big game
sadness becomes the landlord,
sometimes smiles rent the hall
brushing cheeks with tears of agony 
or sometimes no reason to weep
skies embrace and stars kiss my wall
overwhelmed heart skips and skids in ecstasy
this season let us travel to find ourselves
amongst all.

©soumya

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THE UNTIRING PAIR

They nv’r  learnt to rest

The untiring pair stood everywhere –

in corridors, in queue

struggling for survival

even in nights, beside the bed

burdened with duty, the lonesome pair

They surprise

shock

smile over and share

“Tis our dedication” ,spoke the duo very clear

filling the corridors with resonance

proclaiming their presence

I unfailingly rest for few hours

While the pair of energetic legs stand forever

Few steps…

 

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

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

 

 

 

6th Blog Anniversary

Dear friends,

As I woke up to the beautiful message from WordPress to remind me of the blog’s 6th anniversary, I looked back and realized this had been a wonderful journey of evolution,whether it is writing  poetry, life or anything,we eventually grow and evolve.

Thanks to WordPress which gave me this platform and connected me to few of wonderful people I had ever come across.The most important has been Shaheen Dhanji who has been a friend, co author, guide and inspiration all through out. Few friends like Vishal, Rachna , Rekha , Eric, Wendell,Jensy have been always encouraging.

I would like to take this opportunity and share few updates and captures of the recent developments . Although I rarely come on WordPress and the rate of posts have reduced, it always feels amazing to connect to the fellow bloggers. I always have the urge to come back and post my works here. WordPress has been like a family to me which encouraged me when I had just started the voyage .

The picture is captured while I got felicitated by the Chairman, Zilla Parishad , Vijayawada on occasion of International Multilingual Poetic Meet. The anthology already has found place in the Limca Book of World Records with more than 948 poems in 85 languages from across the world. My poems in four different languages are a part of this prestigious anthology.

What better way of celebrating the 6th bloganniversary than sharing this info here with the bloggerfriends,as this poetic journey had started from here .

Thanks for all the love and support.

Stay blessed,

Best wishes,

Soumya

 

SILENT

the silent throbbing of heart

whose melody is unheard

longs the yearning in unspoken notes

when will the mingling breaths conjure ?

 

Like two souls lost in a solitary desert

beneath this canopy of stars

Oh ! why do I stand alone again

Whence the peeping  moon

quietly hides behind the  grey clouds

and  vanishes

one tiny drop curls and slides

etching a  dry line

every night thus

my eyes silently witness

©Soumya

Rhetoric

Ah! Exclaimed the unknown poet

Bidding adieu to the world of sleeping souls

“Will thou never wake up

anyday before the

temple bells  or will the sound of

 a blowing conch stir thy senses

Then thou would get up from the slumber”

In dark , have thou lived

Forgetting the golden hours

When the prismatic rays kissed

Thy temple’s horizon

…long before the birds sang thine praises

And perched beside the mangoflowers…

Now sleeps the land

and thou folks in inebriation of materialistic ,egoistic treasures

Leaving aside the golden strokes

of humanism….

Shattering idols of faith…creating statues of stone and places of fearful altar

Mingle thou in dust while thy soul shrieks to remind

illumine the cavern

Then would be the advent of

An age utopian…

@Soumya

Isn’t that the world we dreamt?

Isn’t that the world we dreamt

loving daisies and tulips smiling

few stars to count in the bare open sky of a sleepless night

while the moon peeped and stared at our clumsiness and laughter

and the waves of Adriatic would caress the symphony of our souls in pleasure

Won’t that be the astral world of ecstasy

blissful and non pragmatic

divine and perpetual in nature?

The walk

The hanging branches of orchids which yearn to droop

And reach me

How enchanting they appear and soothing while their petals brush against my cheek

Isn’t the path where I step barefooted embrace my feet into its heart deep

While the nostalgic air brings sense of belonging to my traveling soul

Which remains awake for nights before it finally rests to sleep

Doesn’t the echoing bells of a temple nearby thud my core ,whence I vibrate with

my pulse dancing to the cosmic lore

will n’t I be teary eyed when overflows my core with emotions inexplicable and words get lost

in the forest where I travel

they like the new born leaves shy ,sometimes shiver as the dried aged ones do before they die