to be slashed the vein split into two lacerating pool of blood oozing life's potion in directions one never knew breatheless, lifeless the body does live the flame burns in agony far beneath the Himalayan valleys Forethink, foretell what lies ahead in the journey of a nightingale the lore of sunrise and sunsets she sang mellifluously picking grains of love from every field wrapped in petals of myriad flowers the tale of unsung love thus sets to end! -Soumya
When left “I”
‘the life’ in a split second
From the door of the body to heaven
Where did I get lost in between,
O ! lord !
Was ‘I’ a body with a life
Or a soul imprisoned in flesh of being?
..
Where was I ?
Who was I ?
Amidst the melee. I didn’t hear any sigh..
What was my name ?
What am I named?
Is it the same,
as I lose
myself …
on pyre,
in ashes
when burns my effigy,the form of five elements created by thee
Where will I go and traverse?
is it the The cosmos
or The astral ?
what’s the journey ahead,O thee!
hold my finger and take !
©soumyavilekar
I need one life
a life of few moments
as the falling sand counts against the race of time
while in unison the momentous instants merge and dance
on the rhythm beats of
clouds and drizzling raindrops
they succor on my skin
as thou once wished ,
in between the pauses , as we rest and move away
our back to each other
I think of you and you of me
envisioning our tale in the newly emerged leaf of spring.
It was a rendezvous
a tryst with lost hidden moments
fancied through dreams and imaginations
become alive
as fingers on an vintage collection turn the pages
…
Few drops shed, innumerable smiles captured
the nostalgia of dusty coherence
reminded of old wiped tragedies
…
a cluster of flowers once bloomed
together
It’s autumn time now ,
dear friend
The florets sing the
last lullaby.
O! Charioteer!
the rein of my five senses ,
is in your hands,
steer the chariot
to march across the storm
… flung open are the ten doors
guide through which way
I let my soul escape!
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LET HER SLEEP
Amidst the weeds and few roses,
lies silently,
the girl in white…
in deep sleep
Shh! Dnt talk here
she will wake up…
After long , the dreams
are here
so do not tread…
she is tired and fatique…
sings the lullaby
melodious wind
caressing the sleeping queen!
Sheds few drops , the clouds as tears
quenching her thirst since years
Let her rest …
Let her be in peace
Beside the coffin ,
The nightingale weeps!
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Submerged in the sea of sadness eyes flood with millions of droplets tale of grief resurface heart resonate memories transmitting lancinating pain.... assimilating with the ocean dark incessantly flows the stream unarmed waves of yesteryear's thoughts reminds her of the son she lost.... A tribute to a distant relative .She had lost her teenage son many years back. A humble and cheerful woman ,her sadness always could be seen in her eyes.
soumyav 