While there is a noise in the inner
rumblings
as whispers,utters,pangs
resounding in corners of heart
as the blood travels up and down
through unnamed veins
randomly anywhere or for a while
..stands still and freezes
The warmth of the ablaze
doesn't keep it alive
But the truth of conscience
the volitions of actions
paves the way...for the
soul to breathe and voyage...
-soumya vilekar
What appeared as the oasis in vast desert
Was merely a mirage
When alerted mind for rough terrains
It got delusioned by illusory smooth ways
...
Harder the conscience echoes
Deafer the logic
Screams the intuition to choose the other corridor
While steps already tread the pathway...
Where from.. how then
Forbids the soul to its mate
The mind never listens to heart
Tis the tussle of ages...
Let time then steer the wheel
Let divine clear the rouble...
Trust the process and predetermined existence
That shall make the tryst happen...
@soumya vilekar
I am not ,what you perceive
Iam not, what you see
Iam not what you think me as
Iam not what you conclude as…
No matter whosoever you are
Whatsoever you do
Where from you come across
…
I am that
One intention
One passion
One effort
That perseverance
Which shall
Lead you to your
Destination
@ soumya vilekar
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
the petals flew with wind traveling through cedars and hills what remained... the solitary fragrance invisible , intrigue retreading the journey the returning season in boulevard of memories finds esoteric nectar ... lost yet etched scattered yet embedded redolence of faith dispersed in nature.... @soumya
Window of thoughts open A li'l birdie sitting on sill Voices names of Distant hills and flowers … "You know ‘em" Asked, the moon "Nope, they are my Wishful dreams , I have treasured…"  -"Forgotten in chores of surviving my true companions grains I collect and few twigs dry nest I have , yet breath I lost by"  "Wish I spread my delicate feathers Flutter and fly  to the distant crimson horizon Sunsets , rivers, clouds I shall kiss abide the trail and return in minutes…"  The birdie sang, "for another dawn ,  for another morn I shall sing melodies of hope ,I reckon" -Soumya
The cycle of life runs moves   re brings forth  landscape of virtual apprehensions like old Travellers on crisscross roads; startled by new endeavours, eyes challenge the existence gaze upon the- credibility of uniqueness and fervour status quo of minds question, in pretence  on frisson  thoughts of dharma; O! Time , Isn’t it a compulsion To be beaded in the decked choker woven by benign hands Sequined by our actions adorn thy flair  in beguiling life The string of Karma ties and pulls in all directions… -Soumya Â
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
Well! Nothing stopped us The business of being busy till we were drop dead few breaths we skipped lesser we slept strangers to ourselves aliens to our shelter & ceilings … The shelves smelt same nostalgia of place Times Stands still until we let the reminiscences be... The fragrance of incense sticks blooms of jasmine tiny leaves of a home creeper awaiting to be seen... A sumptuous dinner table an exotic cuisine love and warmth poured in alongwith spices and margarine... Oh ! What went wrong, or what went right we are back to our nests birdies in embrace... Forget not ever the truth unveiled Often we walk again without bit of realizing.... @soumya
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