
The Restless Soul

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
amidst the rumbling chaos and storms
on the rock of life perpetual & strong
thy presence
cut and chiselled a new form
carving emotions on heart and piercing
the veins …
pricking to be alive every moment
every dawn
Tis inexplicable
the hammer
silent blow
and rock
awaiting new shape
new sculpture of life to be formed…
©Soumya
Where land ends and meets the sky
dissolve the golden and earthy pastels nearby
to that horizon
O ! My love!
I wish to travel before I die
Where mingle our breaths
heart beats dance on same rhythm
to that universe ,
let us walk down
and create a new heaven.
where kisses the saffron ,
maiden earth in twilight of dusk so near
to that periphery of cosmos,
come ! Let’s glide and travel.
©
the silent throbbing of heart
whose melody is unheard
longs the yearning in unspoken notes
when will the mingling breaths conjure ?
Like two souls lost in a solitary desert
beneath this canopy of stars
Oh ! why do I stand alone again
Whence the peeping moon
quietly hides behind the grey clouds
and vanishes
one tiny drop curls and slides
etching a dry line
every night thus
my eyes silently witness
©Soumya
The setting sun today spoke
of tragedies and sorrows
amidst the life of a day
the goblet of fire too
weeps at conjecture
left when its beloved in arms of the night miserable
who engulfs,
the sweetness of melody,
the music of nature of its arrival…
haunting the innocent birds to their nests
shivers the sky
man trembles…
O! human, you knoweth not,
I worry for my beloved,
the immaculate earth, untill the next day ,
when I return
of the nights terror…
she sleeps alone, cuddling ,
while the sky cries,
the earth gets misty…
Alas! I must leave
you
to the fate of your own destiny.
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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