the pragmatic spirit
which failed to live as a free bird
pinioned to the ancillary pedestal with bondage,
a pit of darkened sphere
where like a dragon is a holocaust
…
in the feeble body,
a sunken heart,
fears swing of life
forgoing and abstract
stares at the time pendulum
under the lampshade orange ,
dawned a ray of wisdom
a veneration;
an assimilation of glitches
burns the scared pyre
illuminating the inner luminescence
plucked I from the garden of epithets
a wondrous appellation
Sapphire! Thy sobriquet,
I sway gently in thy ecstatic kingdom
leaning against the sweet whisperings of thine creations
In moments together sitting parallel across the seven oceans
yet under the same vast expanse,
Thee soaking in the golden sun,
while I drench myself in monsoon showers
prompting minutes
of our pristine meet,
like an expected ephemeral juncture
“EGO & LOVE
“fidgety fretful , always had been his heart
he threw tantrums whilst, love wept and scattered like shards
stamping arrogance he displayed
in a corner few tears she shed…
a silver bowl that bedecked
overflowed with pearls
precious…
what a paradox
epiphany in delusion
he flaunts false pride
of translucent treasures
in possession
while she drinks with her palm
cupped
an incessant intoxicating ale
from the open wounds of
her chafed heart ,
with a smile gentle…”
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the delicate quill scribbles
lore of sordid life
amidst the society of racial protagonists and authoritarians
few drops emerge on the paper
red scarlet, yeah ! they are grievous tears
fallen by tormented excruciation.
the words sharp, pierce the autocratic system
which hath remained despotic since ages and years
..will the ink paint the page
and eyes of hypocrites in true colour
wiping away squalid tales
and etching a prognostic message
for mankind and humans…
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the fettered mind hell bent to break loose the cage
imprisoned since years , the thoughts unspoken
unnamed
could it ever see the light
wander free in the dark blue sky
can the wondrous cerebrations acquire
an immortal shape of imagination
and manifest in the atoms of life
as a splendid creation…
within the fortified walls
as die every inquisitive vision
thence strangles the birth of novel challenges
and revolutionary interventions..
open the gates, let the bird flutter and fly
provide the wings of courage
and atmosphere of freedom
then shall soar at greater heights
fettered mind, which possesses
an invisible power .
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Hence the old tale revives
from the night of dead
been in exile for moments
gasps and breathes
well in time
had a second been delayed
it would have faded the
fascinating tale..
nope! it can’t cease
as the mystical saga
liveth within the soil
is deep
for the eternal lyrics
respire
while the paroled speeches
seek one another.
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hark ! O! soliloquy
Thy name is
chiseled in the rock of life ‘s fate.
the running stream
of dubious troubles,separation, conflicts
quarrels or discomfort
can’t erode the
tender surface
of love and trust ever.
knotted together
we, in the lacy ribbon
faith and destiny
play together.
…
A chord struck mellifluous
O! thy name, I repeat
is pulse of my life
be it winter or summer
Will thou! Soliloquy realize
the irresistible craving that hath been…
the gushing blood etches thy name
on walls of heart in melancholy.
Ravishing, the tender filaments ,
those which tie the twin souls
often swayed which
in breeze of amor
dipped in pool of sacred nectar…
unraveling the knots of past and present
which were long forgotten
vis a vis ,the flames of destiny
burning on the candle of verve …
Wonder I of
the shallow words and churning of thoughts
satisfied with simple pleasures
ne’er touched by façade of life’s learning
miles away from the biggest ocean…
ne’er drenched or even wet
the wisdom drops, slip over the surface
oiled with comforts and petty measures…
one dimensional image of the trivial mind
remains submerged in trifling delectations…
Isn’t the orchid pale today or
the azure lost its hues in frosty weather
the pink lilies too
seem dull
when the dusk appears little purple than
the scarlet pier…usual
forgotten in dead remains
as ashes they scatter in dust
reminiscences of the beloveds
who died one fateful night
last summer…
again prevails the same climate
transforms the camouflage of
flowers and world
Tis the sky who alone
remembers the fury
repercussions of war
in cold blooded atmosphere…
sulks the orchid tonight…
purple appears the crimson lover
stained in blood drops
dried and desiccated as humans of universe.
soumyav 