and neither the travelers of this journey nor the companions of births can comprehend palette of colours I am emblazoned with the saffron of divine or the luminescent white of tranquility when the earth is wrapped in muck so is vision of masses forgotten is conscience buried is compassion through autumn , or fall through winter or storms sailed the fluttering sail exhausted and torn wiped and worn... may this sojourn end to the destined destination... tired of flapping wings the avian wishes for its adieu .. -Soumya
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…
To that horizon…
Where land ends and meets the sky
dissolve the golden and earthy pastels nearby
to that horizon
O ! My love!
I wish to travel before I die
Where mingle our breaths
heart beats dance on same rhythm
to that universe ,
let us walk down
and create a new heaven.
where kisses the saffron ,
maiden earth in twilight of dusk so near
to that periphery of cosmos,
come ! Let’s glide and travel.
Timidly the moon moved
from behind the clouds
Peeping for a while
then secretly singing aloud
“where art thou”?
It sang the song of separation
A tale of memories stacked and stored in minute cages
of the golden heart.
Melancholy and romance dissolved
in the mood of its birth,
perplexed watching the flow of time
and awaiting for destined moment of life.
Stars of galaxy ,
twinkling in the Milky way
live & thus survive.
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
I know not the change nights long or the sweating day's pain Is it the moon’s peeping game or the wildflower’s fragrance putting Samsara to shame? the flow of time and course alters abruptly and ceaselessly moves sometime letting the scarlet dusk embrace me or often leaving the stars in jealousy while the dewy drops sparkle I await momentous fancies dreaming of being real on the sandy shores when our intertwining fingers and seashells will play. ©Soumya
While the seasons played
While the swindler burnt my cheeks with
its sumptuous golden glow
I changed sides back and forth
for a while I was in shade
hugging memories sheltered the autumn skin
while the seasons played
The silken locks refused to listen
falling like cascade disturbed the rhythm
the song of past struck
few strings in galore
the beats struck the chord
and music echoed.
Those snuggling moments , intertwining thoughts
While I sat under the moon and you miles long
Still the warmth of every breath we felt along’
Isn’t love magical
Time, period, distance becomes null
Like two fragrances when mingle and shy under the veil of sonnets
wiping tears to live a moment
in the night dark.
Random rumination of a scribbling poet
Can I ever express?
Can I ever say?
murmurs the inner voice
The random ruminations
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
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
Ya! listen comrade
lend a moment ,close your eyes
hear my soul’s tale
as drenches the parched heart
in desirous rain!
Flap the wings harder !
What’s next, cries the heart which colour of sky shall the eyes perceive, wrath of scarlet or peaceful azure…? flees the life of soul faraway in the lap of hills, in dense forests , lost in green… where a ray of light cannot pierce how would you find me, world, here I hide amidst the woods unknown, better than lives seen… In dark,I won’t shiver, although the eeriness will echo crickets, bees, wild beasts in their kingdom I roam. none to rule, or proclaim my clipped wings hurt in pain years in the cage golden , stripped my strength I wish to fly again… Here I come free I soar, flap the wings harder , O soul!