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
plucked I from the garden of epithets
a wondrous appellation
Sapphire! Thy sobriquet,
I sway gently in thy ecstatic kingdom
leaning against the sweet whisperings of thine creations
In moments together sitting parallel across the seven oceans
yet under the same vast expanse,
Thee soaking in the golden sun,
while I drench myself in monsoon showers
prompting minutes
of our pristine meet,
like an expected ephemeral juncture
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.
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In the catacomb
lies the book
undusted,flipping pages
across
folds of time…
in sepulcher
rest myriad thoughts
buried emotions
locked inside the heart’s vault’
in labyrinth , like a untangled mesh
they lived weltered
amidst the scallop of mess…
kabbalistic
the epitaph on the stone
reclines in slumber
the manuscript.
looked up, an old fragile flower
gazing at the wide azure
savvying for a drizzle
which perhaps
could
rejuvenate its trembling veins…
in an instant
vanishes, the evanescence
in the zephyr
“O! don’t take ages ..cries the
soul…
in more anguished pain…
suffocates the last breath
here , I strangulate .”
for long I had been
away from thy shelter
sneaking out of thine refuge
warping on false slumbers…
atrophied my stature
besotted I remained,
as the power of free will
diminishes ,
the mind emaciated…
Awhile the orphic shower cleanses
my deepest caverns…
let my petals secrete
at thy humble feet
the good , bad and evil
in a sacred disposition…
Dear friends,
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
unfailingly
unstoppingly
until I reach the
garden of my desires.
Ravishing, the tender filaments ,
those which tie the twin souls
often swayed which
in breeze of amor
dipped in pool of sacred nectar…
unraveling the knots of past and present
which were long forgotten
vis a vis ,the flames of destiny
burning on the candle of verve …
Who knoweth the serrated pangs
of the piercing of poisoned dart
Alas! it pierced and pierced.
That nostalgia of the suffocating breath
memories flash in visuals
history held the pen in hand
bleed the pages…
prior being written.
the shrill and softness of the yearn
the quivering voice ,lost in sunburn,
drips through the sides with sweat or raindrops
as the oozing blood from the bruised heart gets frozen…
Brush, I aside the reason,
why and what for,should such happen,
isn’t trust , the jewel of faith,
blind how can be then a soul of reason…
wounded which my existence by charring words
turning me to ash,
…ablaze my integrity and conscience…
I sunk in oblivion
Knoweth not the world
neither can e’er
wish I, the sun dawns
when the ephemeral second arrives
stand when we across…and the mirror shines
Till then thou ! and me shall remain away
from the clutches of time…
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on the falling and rising tidal waves
amidst the rough climate
surpassing every storm and hazy days
through silent, restless nights…
after years of deplorable moments…
wandered through the dense darkened forests
searching for the soul close and intimate…
the lonesome hearts sought for real happiness…
wrenched by twists of life,
in clenched fists of relations with strife
in silence humble ,
bringing on every face a smile…
the solitary souls walked in the arid desert
thirsty and naive.…
hitherto unaware of each other
walking alone on the same path…
yet away from one another…
two distinct flames of the same Creator
come across at a juncture…
Thence, conspires the Galaxy with the stars,
to guide the souls and illumine their path…
a radiant effulgence from the heaven
burns continuously
as a wick of the lantern…
which brightens
their traversing path…
the twin souls, thus
earn the command
of destiny and fate’s predicament
assimilating in eternal fire
of love and existence…
becoming one in transcendence.
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soumyav 