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
what do I wish where do I walk amidst the ferns or over the rocks randomly I wander what doth I seek happiness - a mystery contentment - a big game sadness becomes the landlord, sometimes smiles rent the hall brushing cheeks with tears of agony or sometimes no reason to weep skies embrace and stars kiss my wall overwhelmed heart skips and skids in ecstasy this season let us travel to find ourselves amongst all. ©soumya
amidst the rumbling chaos and storms
on the rock of life perpetual & strong
cut and chiselled a new form
carving emotions on heart and piercing
the veins …
pricking to be alive every moment
awaiting new shape
new sculpture of life to be formed…
I triumphed over the odds
Sometimes to slash the thorns
the blossoms on stretched meadows
caressed wounds while I galloped
as if flying on unicorn
A halt for a while , a shelter under a tree
gathering perspired breaths
rose the spirit to journey
Yeah ! it is the endless path
road to the ethereal resort
tents, huts , caravans
allure midway along
neither any fancies nor any whims
to stop the dreams
The soul glimpses and carries forth
A new endeavor to survive on!
Rains awaited and
So thoughts bursting aloud…
Empty courtyard beckons
Showers can’t rinse
dried lines of old tears
cluster of flowers bathe in
upheaval tides of ocean
the sail will have its own course
changes when the season.
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.
Blog’s Fifth Anniversary !
It has really been a long time since I interacted with all of you due to my busy schedule of parallel assignments and work. Yet the quill never stopped and the ink flows incessantly churning out the deep thoughts, embracing with love and weaving them in form of new verses everytime.
WordPress announced today that the’ Blog turns 5′. So its my blog’s anniversary ! This journey has been possible due to all the lovely blogger friends out here, who have stood with me since years.Each one of you have been equally important in my journey of blogging. This is my first blog and hence holds a special place in my heart.
Thanks to all of you – readers, bloggers and friends. Let me share a poem about birth on this occasion.
Who art thou?
The one who breathes in a cuddle of warm embrace
Tucking memories of every birth in tiny fingers
Whence thou arrive
from which land…?
From the soil of Beethoven or originated from the Rumi’s dervish dance
Had thou runneth beside the Ganga
or thou the leaf from the Bodhisatva
art thou the whiteness of Himalayas
or the pearl of a divine heart?
O! soul! Where art thou from?
While the soft lotus feet curl like petals
Will thou proclaim thy arrival?
O! Little one !
Welcome abode in the depths of our heart…
Thanks and best wishes
That frame in the corner mocks
a layer of dust adorns
who hath time to wipe
the cobwebs from corner
to cleanse the muck
lying since ages ov’r the stretched bond…
how far, how long
how do I carry forth
none tried hitherto…
then how do I ?
How far, how long?
O! my heart.