Treading through rough terrains when in the invisible threads of world entangle lost is the soul in the tandem of livelihood and survival.
Whence thus, whence would
breathe I the fragrance of jasmine
play through forests of green firs
watch the golden over peaks Himalayan
tread along sands of flowing rivers
count the stars lying in a desert
dance with waves of an endless ocean
vibrate in tranquilness
under the sapphire
O! mighty one
paths many I traveled
found umpteen chronicles
thousand relics
but thou reside in me
I knew…
whence would then
thou reveal?
©Soumya
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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…
