ALLEYS OF AJMER


In the narrow alleys then

fragrance roses in abundance

The light smell of musk incense filled the air

I frantically moved from lane to lane

in search of you

While the lamps illumined darker corners and stars gazed

music echoed and  heart danced

with  inebriation

forgetting self  in search for your presence

seeking the path to blissful pleasure…

 

lost in crowd ,  joyous and mute

another moment tears overflowed

and washed every glance

Nothing could be seen and known

It was a trance … a gnosis of  love showering

on soul…

onto every  step , I fell

a hand came to save

I move around and still search for you

Alleys of Ajmer

Dust of  you

I breathe your presence

O ! Murshid ! I miss you !

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The humming river


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Let us flow like the perennial river

gushing past the rocks

through the valleys

and down the hills to

our heaven.

 

let us hear the song of chirping birds

play with butterflies

bloom with the orchids

and roll on meadows laughing

and cuddling over.

 

let us climb to the sky

catch the stars twinkling

and draw doodles

of love on heaven

 

will you come over

or beckon me there

to flow together

like the humming river?

 

“My colour”


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Allow me to paint  thou

thus in my  colour

Every stroke a gentle one

With a dab of aureate emblazoned

Where then  left thee in the dusk of life

towards an unknown goal

Its endless,

the walk of this journey

retread and

embrace

We  flames of divine

born as two souls

burn together

though far

at distant miles

in the lone fire of love.

©Soumya

 

QUEST


 

under the expanse of colours

where breathes life due to HIS desire

infinitesimal are such glimpses

whence overwhelmed is the atmosphere

yearns to express the soul

often losing words as eyes trickle few pearls

to compensate the mute emotion

away from the worldly plays

in silence cries the soul craving for eternity

and

The quest continues forever…

©Soumya

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STATURE


Thou as tall as the majestic Everest

thy length can never be measured in yards

thy width expandable as the vast azure

I lose my self in the blueness of thou  ! Krishna

in thy depth is the ecstatic endless ocean

I immerse and submerge

in the sublime waves

to dive deep

and reach the zenith of bliss.

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O’ Raga !


O! Raga

the ancient rhythm of my soul, how cautiously you move

infinite waves rise and fall, dancing on

heartfelt tunes

crashing against the world

tis old traditions .. while weeps the soul in a nook

where art thou!

the blissful Raga

can I compose a melody just for you?

in monsoons

wet you with my verse

or soothe you with a lucid song

in summers?

the serene music of nature

what makes the fall smiling

when deciduous trees wither

the serene music of nature

Tis the rhythm of my soul

O Raga!

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A Life gets over


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A part of me is sliced tonight

chaffed off my tender heart

The breath is half,

Life becomes half

snatches as the clutches of destiny

from my existence

a part

Somewhere down the years , the bruised portion will grow

balm the wounds with verses of blood

curing pain of the open shredded injuries

A part of me then shall merge,

rejuvenate

coalesce and unite to assimilate finally

like a body converts to ashes

and integrates in the soil

A Life gets over

She lives nowhere


She lives nowhere
 neither in her own cage
 nor in open air
 homeless, shelterless she moves…
 seeking solace
 would the tranquil blue provide
 her some rest
 will the traveling clouds quench her thirst ageless,
 in the crowd, she gets lost
 her voice diminishing to nothingness
 where ‘s she now
 where is her abode 
 in the limitless sky
 she searches for her unique dwell.
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The pragmatic spirit


the pragmatic spirit
which failed to live as a free bird
pinioned to the ancillary pedestal with bondage,
a pit of darkened sphere
where like a dragon is a holocaust

in the feeble body,
a sunken heart,
fears swing of life
forgoing and abstract
stares at the time pendulum

under the lampshade orange ,
dawned a ray of wisdom
a veneration;
an assimilation of glitches
burns the scared pyre
illuminating the inner luminescence

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