Indefinite , infinite is the call
hope of a dawn that illuminates the darker
though the distance had been farther
and path too difficult
that golden shine which peeps
from behind life's silhouette
speaks as an augur
here shall arrive
the momentous moment
when reap thou shall
sowed seeds of faith
to that voice of inner conscience
auspices
the soul in trust & vigour.
©Soumya
Hi friends !
With the Kindle version of “Suroor of the Soul ” coming, we feel the book will reach thousands who were not able to get the book delivered at their destinations. Also the evolving trend of digitization has made things simpler at many places, even in my country where a click can bring things at your doorstep.
Hope the journey of “Suroor of the Soul” continues by spreading the fragrance of illumined realization.
The book is now available on AMAZON KINDLE across fourteen countries.
You can select the region of your residence.
For Indian readers, here is the link: https://www.amazon.in/dp/B071FSQG7P.
You may also find it on KDP SELECT.
We both, Shaheen and me wish you all a blissful journey and a Happy Reading !
Love,
Soumya & Shaheen
the unsung lyrics of thou and me
reside in the involute spirals of life
sometimes being blown by winds of time
often displayed as colours of a tiny butterfly
Oh ! that tiny shell knew the lore
heard it while lying offshore
tis a fable of thou and me
sung by nature silently
…
beyond the perishable limits of life
crossing the impermanence line
yeah! it dwells like fragrance in flowers
as luminous radiance of moon for hours
in the dancing waves of the pragmatic ocean
in the notes of reed made with blades of scattered plants
growing far in forests or like the sanddunes of a desert…
Hear the melody
we blend as music and words
in moments of ecstasy.
While my heart throbs in the Misty mornings of winter Thy soul snuggles for some warmth in my words I paint the sky saffron embracing thou presence Years ago beside you under the mulberry tree you had asked while scribbling my name on dust of a storm will thy be mine I had nodded carving thou inside deep notches Births later We sit and dream Away from one another by seven seas will there be a common sky a single roof where you would be the ink and I, the quill . ©soumya v
Dear friends,
It has really been a long time since I interacted with all of you due to my busy schedule of parallel assignments and work. Yet the quill never stopped and the ink flows incessantly churning out the deep thoughts, embracing with love and weaving them in form of new verses everytime.
WordPress announced today that the’ Blog turns 5′. So its my blog’s anniversary ! This journey has been possible due to all the lovely blogger friends out here, who have stood with me since years.
Each one of you have been equally important in my journey of blogging. This is my first blog and hence holds a special place in my heart.
Thanks to all of you – readers, bloggers and friends. Let me share a poem about birth on this occasion.
Who art thou?
The one who breathes in a cuddle of warm embrace
Tucking memories of every birth in tiny fingers
Whence thou arrive
from which land…?
From the soil of Beethoven or originated from the Rumi’s dervish dance
Had thou runneth beside the Ganga
or thou the leaf from the Bodhisatva
art thou the whiteness of Himalayas
or the pearl of a divine heart?
O! soul! Where art thou from?
While the soft lotus feet curl like petals
Will thou proclaim thy arrival?
O! Little one !
Welcome abode in the depths of our heart…
Thanks and best wishes
©Soumya V
under the expanse of colours
where breathes life due to HIS desire
infinitesimal are such glimpses
whence overwhelmed is the atmosphere
yearns to express the soul
often losing words as eyes trickle few pearls
to compensate the mute emotion
away from the worldly plays
in silence cries the soul craving for eternity
and
The quest continues forever…
©Soumya
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…
When left “I”
‘the life’ in a split second
From the door of the body to heaven
Where did I get lost in between,
O ! lord !
Was ‘I’ a body with a life
Or a soul imprisoned in flesh of being?
..
Where was I ?
Who was I ?
Amidst the melee. I didn’t hear any sigh..
What was my name ?
What am I named?
Is it the same,
as I lose
myself …
on pyre,
in ashes
when burns my effigy,the form of five elements created by thee
Where will I go and traverse?
is it the The cosmos
or The astral ?
what’s the journey ahead,O thee!
hold my finger and take !
©soumyavilekar
wandered I on various lands
ov’r seas, ov’r bridges
strolled on sands and
walked through indefinite contours
every land donned
a new robe,
a new colour
of hope ,
of belief
of religion
and
each thought,
each urge,
each craving
converges to the same destination
THE CREATOR
Paths many , journeys different
all under the same azure
witness the sun and moon while playing hide and seek
from their co ordinates
innumerable ways to elevate and transcend
ceaseless is the travel
there’s lot to discover
get set go and
breathe
in different atmospheres
before it ends…
©SoumyaVilekar
Endlessly my heart cried
eyes searching frantically in vain
“where art thou”
behind the curtain of life
is anything true or is all disdain?
My life ain’t a stage
neither I a performer to enact or flaunt
in mystical attire as perceived everyone
..I ,a mere soul
wish to be a lotus
blooming in the mud
admiring the sparkling moon afar
from the altar…
Allow me to be my real self
I neither wish to be a actor
nor my life a theatre…
Spare me O! world
from the pangs of hypocrisy
from the rings of falsity
let me break away from the glitter of gold and
tinkling of coins
I’m a mere soul
elated amidst nature
blissfully admiring eternal creation
I live for love and affection.
soumyav 