dangling from the last twig of topmost branch
behind the shrub of small wildflowers
amidst the verdure of freshly borne feel
while the satin petals smile and bloom
dewdrops kiss the skin
gazes the flower upto the blue
while blushing maiden peeps from behind clouds
alike the pure emotions of heart
the lily attached to its tree
yet is detached and free…
winging to the sky …through day or night
while the moon glides
©Soumya
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the fettered mind hell bent to break loose the cage
imprisoned since years , the thoughts unspoken
unnamed
could it ever see the light
wander free in the dark blue sky
can the wondrous cerebrations acquire
an immortal shape of imagination
and manifest in the atoms of life
as a splendid creation…
within the fortified walls
as die every inquisitive vision
thence strangles the birth of novel challenges
and revolutionary interventions..
open the gates, let the bird flutter and fly
provide the wings of courage
and atmosphere of freedom
then shall soar at greater heights
fettered mind, which possesses
an invisible power .
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Arresting the motion of the dynamic flow,
halts the progress of a learning soul,
clipping its wings , it lays chained,
fluttering to fly over again!
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Liberating the thoughts of restless mind,
extending the horizon beyond time,
frees the clutched expressions lying
dead inside …
.
.
Maneuvering the churning notions,
channelizing rightly the emotions,
letting the spirit steer ,
to guide the soul’s questions…
it soars
towards the open sky,
directional and focused.
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relinquishing the fears,
secreting sheer exuberance ,
inquisitive the mind becomes,
then progresses forth,
every individual!
Clutched down by the pinions of the world,
An avian loses its freedom to soar above,
The freedom which it deserved ,
which gave insight of every averse…
The right of flying on the high,
Irrespective of its breed or clan,
Provided it with the insight ,
To persuade its dream with all the might…
The free bird wishes to fly to the peak,
By efforts to put everything behind the dream,
The focus of its goal,
Is the only thing it sees,
and achieves the aim if it remains free…
Free from the clutches of the world,
for survival and to remain unperturbed,
Mind and body works then in consonance,
If it keeps the chains detached,
The strong elusive bonds of things,
Makes it tied down by its wings…
Forgetting the art of using wings,
The avian lives as a prisoner’s being
Mesmerised and confused by the world around ,
It loses its way of the THEE on bound…
Let the elegant bird spread its charm,
In the sun and in the rain,
To travel on the path chosen,
And get its wings loosen,
For the beauty of the beautiful one,
lies in flying free in the serene heaven…
soumyav 