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
SCARLET
And numb …under the orchid
I had awaited your steps since dawn
here you return …when the sun is about to set
When forgotten are promises
Lost are desires ,buried under the soil
The urge has vanished
and I motionless & still
stare at you…
The sun sets with a dab of crimson. It was all scarlet like my blood.
©Soumya
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
Transition
Magical are those moments when we get overwhelmed by certain emotions, ones which are inexplicable. Certainly the ones which render our innermost thoughts on canvas of life in varied colours and forms.
Impermanence is the law of life and change is inevitable.
Sometimes this transition is just another change else it brings lot of mixed emotions stocked inside a jar which get released together. Like a burning incense where the fragrance gets diffused along with delicate fumes in all directions ,so are invisible emotions randomly scattering, within the atoms of the zephyr trying to find out their destination.
They travel collide, run, hide and seek the nucleus of this anxiety,or ecstatic movement. There is no kind of attachment or detachment defined while in this condition. One feels free ,like a free bird flying above the seven seas and the next minute one tends to feel like chained by societal norms and relations.The strings of duties entangle the perching feathers of the bird,pinion it to one pole ,while its claw tries to disentangle the sordid caged condition.It gazes at the vast expanse ,yearns to be embraced by the blueness and drops a tear often to be wiped by its own feathers. During the night , the vanishing stars carry its silent soul to another abode which seems real ,yet far from the reach of its own flight.
When bloomed the palash flowers
Brightening the blue skies of my world
They set the emotions on fire letting those buds
nipped off the branch and smearing the nostalgic ethereal dust
in plentiful measures
Scarlet or saffron ,the deep tinge evoked endless sensations
Which reverberate with the atoms of universe
in a seeking of finding its own abode
Whether at feet of the creator
Or lying unnoticed on ground till shrivels the petal with arrival of different season.
moments
Those snuggling moments , intertwining thoughts
While I sat under the moon and you miles long
Still the warmth of every breath we felt along’
Isn’t love magical
Time, period, distance becomes null
Like two fragrances when mingle and shy under the veil of sonnets
wiping tears to live a moment
in the night dark.
ONE POEM- TWO ENDS!
Once on the foothills of Mt. Killaraus,
lived a lad named Adriel,
lively,simple were his ways,
enjoying the light on sunny days…
Happily he helped anyone,
whoever went by or was in trouble,
Never did he thought about himself,
whether it was sunny or the snowy days!
Years passed on and he lived alone,
no friend he had,neither any foe…
Once it snowed till the height,
where people could n’t walk ,
and there was no life…
everyone left the place hurriedly,
the young man too followed placidly….
homeless,penniless in a town,
he strolled and walked,
with a hope to earn few pounds!
very soon lady luck smiled,
he started working as a bartender at night!
Nighttime at the highway bar was creepy,
criminals,robbers,girls all went dizzy,
his eyes stuck one day on a lovely lass,
who silently followed a big man everyday at the bar…
One glimpse was only what he waited for,
every night his looks searched for her glance,
mutely and silently between the eyes,
the twosome conversed without having a sigh!
One day ,there wasn’t the pretty one anywhere,
he tried to look for her everywhere,
nowhere could she be found,
even though the fat man was always around!
Desperation killed his patience and hope,
he followed the person to get the dope,
all went dark, and he sneaked in..
through the doors where the slimy man had been!
Groping in the dark,in silent steps,
he climbed up the unseen stairs,
some noise he heard from a room beside,
he rushed to the door of that room lit faintly behind…
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One end( Pessimistic) & Another end(Optimistic)
Shocked and aghast,
he carried himself within,
retracing his own steps,
he came back to the inn…
Few shadows intermingled
A gorgeous gown flowed,
Consummating everyone,
With a laughter and roar,
That he night he vowed he would never fall..
For unseen pleasures and unseen thoughts,
For he had been miserably ripped
with the trust he had on an unidentified fille!
Shockingly he found his girl bound in ropes,
with mouth gagged with cloth and blood dripping on floor,
With a thrusting force he darted in,
hitting the oldie with a seamless bin…
As the man fell with a groan,
the two young birds flew out of the door!
Leaving the place and darkness behind…
with no trail of theirs in the given time…
Back into the lap of the warm mountains,
to live a life happily everafter!
Now the young man had a love,
To be on his side and to be his on this. earth!
THE CAPTIVE
Behind the iron grill of chequers ,
beneath the tiny shadow of imagery,
tweeted a tiny sparrow every morning
with shrilling notes of high pitch,
in her sweet voice and harmony…
He who lived across the wall,
He loved the pure voice of hers,
which was the only reason for his smile returned,
enclosed within the chambers dark,
this euphony was his spirit to embark…
Gold coloured when outside was,
his dwelling still remained black,
the moment beautiful notes reached his ears,
the morose turned into a resilient…
Decades of his life passed thus,
inside the walls of the prison,
the mundane of the little bird,
remained same with that of the sordid prisoner….
One morn,
the aureate rays dawned,
surprisingly reaching to the darkened nook,
illuminating the sides of wall,
with refreshing air of love…
Contrary to the routine,
the unseen bird was nowhere seen,
silence gripped the bare walls,
the sun rays today touched the …
captive’s soul…
freeing him from the dull cell…
to be liberated from the trussed earthly chains….
MY BOOKS…
Hi everyone!
I just took a break to inform you all about two books of mine of poems which are now ready for distribution and shall be available on lulu.com.Iam sharing the links of the same and hope your wishes shall be with me as they had been always.These are my first books and hope they at least reach the readers who find some inspiration in them.
The first book is titled LIFE -INSPIRATION TO SPIRITUALISM
http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/life–inspiration-to-spiritualism/12868598]
The second one is – THE MYSTIC JOURNEY
: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/the-mystic-journey/12870305
This is just an effort from me to compile my work ,so that somewhere in near future , anybody can at least get a word or drop of motivation or inspiration . Its written from the heart with a hope that it touches your heart…
With a touch of optimism in every poem, I feel, LIfe is full of ups and downs,joys and sorrows. There are many shades to it and we all are aware of it, a colour or a streak of bright colour painted on each one of our’s soul,will help everyone to lead a better life and create a happier place to live in…
With best wishes and lots of love,
Soumya
**** Also I wnt be logging in for the next 10-15 days,Hope to catch your wonderful posts soon, and miss me ! will be back soon…
soumyav 