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
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
OFFERING
I offered myself as an offering
On the altar of beguiled love
Surrendering to the rules of heart
Walked endlessly falling routes
Thorns pierced and so did words
Heart bruised
Wounds opened
Flowers showered when praise showcased
for reason…
Utterless,thankless,
Struggling forever
Oh! The petals shriveled and dried the nectar
Colours forgotten and music lost in
Path to heaven.
An offering I made of myself ,
Nothing more to offer
Seasons change
And I remain thus forever.
©Soumya
I know not the change nights long or the sweating day's pain Is it the moon’s peeping game or the wildflower’s fragrance putting Samsara to shame? the flow of time and course alters abruptly and ceaselessly moves sometime letting the scarlet dusk embrace me or often leaving the stars in jealousy while the dewy drops sparkle I await momentous fancies dreaming of being real on the sandy shores when our intertwining fingers and seashells will play. ©Soumya
The humming river
Let us flow like the perennial river
gushing past the rocks
through the valleys
and down the hills to
our heaven.
let us hear the song of chirping birds
play with butterflies
bloom with the orchids
and roll on meadows laughing
and cuddling over.
let us climb to the sky
catch the stars twinkling
and draw doodles
of love on heaven
will you come over
or beckon me there
to flow together
like the humming river?
My new venture” Jogi De Naal”
Dear friends,
It has been long since I shared a word with you directly and somehow have been posting less poems than earlier,all because of busy schedules, other involvements and my new venture.
Yes, learning and evolving keeps us vibrant and lively. My new venture is a project I was working on produced by my newly established company “AUDUMBAR ARTS” which would deal with production of music videos, albums, short films and also organize art, music and poetry festivals in future.
As of now, the first video,a Punjabi Sufi fusion “Jogi De Naal” has been released today on Eid by Audumbar Arts in association with Zee Music Company.
This is a stepping stone for me and the newly born company.
Iam sharing the YouTube link with all of you here and hope you all would love it.
Kindly watch and share if you enjoy the song!
Best wishes,
Soumya
Music of the “Mighty King”
listen to the music melodious
the fluttering of leaves in shade of summer
the river gushing through rocky terrains
the chirping of birds on dawn
rains droplets falling in rhythm…
blissful tune of the nightingales
stormy winds and lashing waves
the cool serene touch of grass
flying above the cottonballs
standing mountains sheltering, the land afar…
Harps the wind on the twigs and trees
the melody of a song pristine…
enchanting as the flute of the lord
the harmonic composition
of the MIGHTY KING!
A different song
how do I sing a new melody,
of blissful tunes
that wipes old tragedy…
in a pitch higher than the rest
on a note different
but the best…
how doth the nightingale weaves
everyday a gorgeous tale…
how shall this unsung lore
of love, be
a song of courage…
sing along , O humming bird
why doth your voice so vibrate
yeah! I hear the heartbeats
betwixt your sighs
those which reverberate…
lets hum , lets pluck
the harmonious strings
tap and dance like a ball
only you and me
on the crust of the earth
O ! chime of the wind serene!
Autumn Song
in the rustling of tender leaves
I discover a mellifluous tune
which basks in the glory
of the shining sun…
beneath the shelter of
the lovely mulberry…
my ears hear the playful melodies
the noise of crickets
and some frogs playing near,
yet in their croaking voice I find
the melody of the enchanting nature…
the gushing flow of the brook near
flock of canaries swing
with butterflies swirling over
I celebrate the autumn song
of precious earth
in tiny sounds
that I hear!
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THY FINGER !
Will you lend me thy finger
to clasp
through the path of life
I ,the tender musing
in the desert sands …
grope and pine…
flew the golden particles
with the wind
I ,stuck in the desert,
search for the glow of
the night star…
With intense faith
I secure myself,
As I way through
The stifling storms
whilst the earth appears unchanged
within the mind ,turmoil plays havoc…
soumyav 