Just another day


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
Photo : Soumya Vilekar

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.

The Roadway


would it..
will it not?
the roadway to the final destination
would carry the fragrance of
soil... dried leaves and the sweat along?
will it spread the nostalgia of sojourn
while the swaying branch bends to
 brush the tresses
Will the dust speak of the crimson sunset
floating in the air
or of the wading birds bidding adieu
to lakes and pollen of distant flowers
will the anchor of sail...sing tale
of rough weathers
or the vessel explain the trembles of
turbulent waters
would the altar of purpose...
reverberate nuances of the voyage
....
Breathe then... inhale the redolence ;
...like a feather this
will vanish forever...lost,
 in the treading soil
of the travel...

@ Soumya

QUARANTINE SONG


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

Few steps…


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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

Redundant


 

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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!

Gasp of air


via Daily Prompt: Sludge

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…

 

Whence thus…


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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Isn’t that the world we dreamt?


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?

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