In the crimson colours of twilight
as the wind kisses past
a fragrant flower shies
heart fills in redolence
and survives
through the mighty mountains
whence a river flows
The canary sings in quarantine
Hail ! O clouds ! quench the aridness of my world
Hail ! O mighty sun! Shine on the darkness of my earth
Hail! O Heart ! Cherish moments of joy or strife
Hail ! O Soul! Forgive and wish welfare of mankind
Hail ! O Human ! Treasure and Value the Gift of Life
-Soumya
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
few steps and we cross
the gateway of earth
after the crisscross of clouds and few norms
we land on an altar
of stars
beneath , the world appears minute like a dewdrop
here ,we stride in cosmos
beside the planets in backdrop
can we hold and pick them up
place in orbits as we thought?
Life or destiny
can it be aligned and designed as
we presume and want?
©Soumya
I triumphed over the odds
Sometimes to slash the thorns
the blossoms on stretched meadows
caressed wounds while I galloped
as if flying on unicorn
A halt for a while , a shelter under a tree
gathering perspired breaths
rose the spirit to journey
Yeah ! it is the endless path
road to the ethereal resort
tents, huts , caravans
allure midway along
neither any fancies nor any whims
is abreast
to stop the dreams
The soul glimpses and carries forth
A new endeavor to survive on!
While the thick muck of negative air strangled one’s soul
and stiffened become the veins
in moments life becomes a sore
when brushing aside the sludge of thoughts
Break ,they
the inside of your heart
warns a signal
an alarm
halt! watch and then walk along
Tis sludge
you shall gasp for air
While the wounded spirit slashes past
to rebirth and continue on path…
in thy longing I m lost
within the satin folds of warmth
between endless heartbeats of life
whence will spring advent
the wishful flower thirsts
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
Isn’t that the world we dreamt
loving daisies and tulips smiling
few stars to count in the bare open sky of a sleepless night
while the moon peeped and stared at our clumsiness and laughter
and the waves of Adriatic would caress the symphony of our souls in pleasure
Won’t that be the astral world of ecstasy
blissful and non pragmatic
divine and perpetual in nature?
Sneak I through the silence
shearing the quiet fear ,
As I shred
filaments of pain in pieces and bury deep
in gravels of past .
The new saplings of hope grow and flourish
blooming cluster of flowers
few sprinkling drops rejuvenate when they are about to die
Tis law of nature , I , mere the gardener
Come ,lets drown the precarious apprehensions
And live freely to create murals as
hieroglyphical scripture
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…
