As quietly the RADIANCE OF moon PEEPED FROM THE DARK CLOUDS , it was an introspective moment….
The day was full of mundane activities, when chaotic rumbles of noisy surroundings had deafened my ears and thoughts were in a turmoil.
We yearn for silence: each beat of heart counts and tries to camouflage this desire by masks pulled over their faces by societal pressure or hypocritical nomenclature.
Falsity, ego, masks of indifference, inhumaneness, snobbish attitudes, superiority complex, haughtiness…where does all this lead to ? Why the need to mask ourselves every moment, that one tends to forget the real self?
The innocence and simplicity of childhood , the purity of thoughts and true expressions of feelings are all lost somewhere in the storm of desert where people are running after mirage and forgetting the path to the oasis of life.
The resting soul in repose Which often forget to connect Then begins the process of initiation Where we find happiness inside And seek the divine grace Years or times unlimited it takes yet an ephemeral moment can ignite and build the path to attain consciousness @soumyav
Whether by cuddling in a corner of home or strolling beside an unknown path which randomly travels to the outskirts of a city, the yearning heart finds solace in quietness of lingering music of breeze or in the rustling of trees or in the moving clouds ,even in dancing waves of a sea. The majestic mountains or even the meadows which run along the hills of freshly emerged greenery embrace us with their quietness.
this time
the ink has dried like my spring of feelings
parched over time and ages
season seems frigid
buds remain unbirthed
flowers seem withered
stagnant is nature
nothing changes
arid becomes heart
tongue becomes voiceless
agony is the new me
pain is the new name.
©Soumya
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