The setting sun’s beloved !


The setting sun today spoke

of tragedies and sorrows

amidst the life of a day

the goblet of fire too

weeps at conjecture

left when its beloved in arms of the night miserable

who engulfs,

the sweetness of melody,

the music of nature of its arrival…

haunting the innocent birds to their nests

shivers the sky

man trembles…

O! human, you knoweth not,

I worry for my beloved,

the immaculate earth, untill the next day ,

when I return

of the nights terror…

she sleeps alone, cuddling ,

while the sky cries,

the earth gets misty…

Alas! I must leave

you

to the fate of your own destiny.

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“I & my solitary creeper”


The fortress is my companion,
its walls my confidante
within the fortified ramparts
lie ,I and my solitary creeper.

It clings to a side
with a desire to feel the warmth
I, lost and abandoned
look for an auspice …

together we bind
knot ourselves in a string
hope where swings
light shines …

Hail ! thy wind ,we call upon
send us the fresh breath of the faraway blossoms
our air is stale
sleeps,the fortress in silence
I and my solitary creeper
fly away with the wind!

Music of the “Mighty King”


listen to the music melodious
the fluttering of leaves in shade of summer
the river gushing through rocky terrains
the chirping of birds on dawn
rains droplets falling in rhythm…

blissful tune of the nightingales
stormy winds and lashing waves
the cool serene touch of grass
flying above the cottonballs
standing mountains sheltering, the land afar…

Harps the wind on the twigs and trees
the melody of a song pristine…
enchanting as the flute of the lord
the harmonic composition
of the MIGHTY KING!

The Grey Shawl!


Beneath the grey shawl

I still shiver and tremble,

It shrouds my figure

Yet is devoid of the warm ensemble.

 

Sparingly I look up

Or try to search

The tattered shawl needs a mend

Few stitches shall repair the imperfect shred.

 

With a needle of courage

A thread of hope

I hide the patch and refurbish

It’s a new wrap in possession

The old torn is nowhere…

Water wont seep in

through the pores of this mantle ever…

DREAM


within the closed eyelids
lives a dream,tiny,small and glittering
whose shimmer shines like thousand stars
amidst the deep forest or even in dark….

 

like a perfumed rose, as a satin feel
the bud of dream ,lives to dream
as cluster of pearls precious
it gathers moments transitory.

 

like an evanescence of fragrant oils
which fill the senses with richness
the infinitesimal dream
diffuses in our breathe!

STALWART- THE DIVINE STAR !


HI Everyone! I will be away from the blogspace for the next week ,as I would remain busy in the launch of the book ,

“Suroor of the Soul”.

Hope to catch you all up soon as I come back.Meanwhile enjoy the new poem  ” STALWART-THE DIVINE STAR“.
Till then,Best wishes and Happy blogging!
Soumya

A stalwart,

yes !

stands the pillar of life…

strong and erect in harder times.,

leans the weaker and the meek,

in its resistance

they discover

resolution to the hope bleak…

Under the grey clouds ,the column too cries

along with the drops of rain

it sings the lullaby,

sleeps the world ,oblivious of the scene…

morning comes..

and gasps one,

” Oh ! See the paint of the pillar isn’t tough nor fixed ! “

gapes the pillar and absorbs the shock,

for its duty is to stand like a rock!

what the world speaks ... and their remarks…

nothing should forbid the stalwart

from being an uncompromising divinely star! 

” LIGHT OF DIWALI “


Dear all,

WISH YOU A VERY HAPPY DIWALI AND MAY THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS BRING JOY,PROSPERITY,PEACE AND HAPPINESS TO ALL OF YOU!

 

 

O! light of Diwali!

ablaze you glow

with your energy

to infuse in the soul…

 

give me thy energy

to walk on the path

of obstacles, unseen corners

where cliff is hanging off…

 

In darkness of the mind,

you shine like the golden one

erasing the fears

sparkling the atmosphere!

 

Illuminate ! hearts! O! blessed one!

without your luminescence

we are mere losers!

 

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A HOPE !


A hope sits on the window sill
every morning after the night darkening,
With a straw of happiness in her beak
to build a nest of compassionate dream…
 
Persistent in her efforts,
continuously she flies and gathers,
each single strand of luck,
with sincere diligent fervor.
 
Sometimes bruised ,hurt or scratched,
still then manages to fly
with her broken wings of thoughts
yet another golden morn!
 
A hope I find chirping everyday
singing a melody 
being happy and gay,
sitting on my window sill
every morning as I wake…
 
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PICTURE IT & WRITE – RELIVE !


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Days of  melancholic past

brushed aside

as I wiped the

 memory aghast

Like the written words

on a board

white or black

get erased

with the duster …

I  effaced

the old life

of my thoughts

with  tender touch

of my palm…

A new surface

appeared before

shiny,glossy

transparent more,

I tried to touch it with

my fingers

feeling the

gentleness of the nimble…

I grinned

at the refreshed  layer

a reflection

I saw very clear

Of my dreams

my aspirations alive…

I got

another chance

to live the life

the way

I like!

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