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
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
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
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 and we cross
the gateway of earth
after the crisscross of clouds and few norms
we land on an altar
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?
amidst the rumbling chaos and storms
on the rock of life perpetual & strong
cut and chiselled a new form
carving emotions on heart and piercing
the veins …
pricking to be alive every moment
awaiting new shape
new sculpture of life to be formed…
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.
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
one tiny drop curls and slides
etching a dry line
every night thus
my eyes silently witness
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 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