amidst the rumbling chaos and storms
on the rock of life perpetual & strong
thy presence
cut and chiselled a new form
carving emotions on heart and piercing
the veins …
pricking to be alive every moment
every dawn
Tis inexplicable
the hammer
silent blow
and rock
awaiting new shape
new sculpture of life to be formed…
©Soumya
In the backyard of her mind’s garden Where grew thousand lilies On ransom were few flowers… may be some Desires unseen… Oh! She knew it wasn’t easy She struggled all through to barter her dreams Breathing some fresh air she stumbled intermittently While the rocky terrains kept throwing obstacles in between… Now,what next?She kept thinking “Do I win, or I lose am I on the right way or the wrong my soul away on an exile what’s the predicament I tried again, I tried my best... I will again until finally I’m put to sleep in the grave Thence shall the soul rest" Until the pen has inscribed thoughts Until the sky has been painted red Until the sea sings my lore Until the river takes my breath to it’s door until few daisies sprung on the soil of her garden Until the veins have drop of blood to shed…
the penetrating feel of
the affection,
a simple peck
imprinted on wall of adoration.
oh! I melted in seconds
transformed the frigid nature
like fragments of dew,I
disperse and mingle
with the dancing breeze amateur.
PAINTING
On fingertips , smudged is colour of the
ethereal ,
rouging over a blank canvas
images of illusory candidness emerge…
gradual strokes, the tender touch makes
silky smoothed the texture
violets, scarlets,lavenders,carmines,
sapphires,turquoise brighten
the alluring render…
a song reverberates in the chamber
pounds where the heart in thunder,
miss I the enchanter
the painter of my existing splendor.
soumyav 