Thousand times we ponder to think Isn't the journey a new voyage to begin wondering whether we can reach the end the destined goal , a peak to rest While climbing often we fail and fall rolling down to initial start crest and troughs are part of life like tides that rise or collapse in no time with every waxing & waning of moon or daylight friends, comrades cometh many pausing a bit, sharing good testimonies walketh few for some steps some wandered along for selfishness co traveller of times co traveller of space co traveller in universe beyond the lines of action and emptiness energies of virtue, energies of patience power of thoughts, force of faith to be reckoned when merge in sync thus become we co travellers of a destination until the purpose is accomplished... -SOUMYA
traversed a long way with those petals carried which essence of life through dark ways, unknown bends Tis a thought or the expression of my mind' clueless, in aloneness I quietly ponder of the walkway touched , untouched by miles of distance I await the Milky Way to bring the change.... @Soumya
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
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.
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 unsung lyrics of thou and me
reside in the involute spirals of life
sometimes being blown by winds of time
often displayed as colours of a tiny butterfly
Oh ! that tiny shell knew the lore
heard it while lying offshore
tis a fable of thou and me
sung by nature silently
beyond the perishable limits of life
crossing the impermanence line
yeah! it dwells like fragrance in flowers
as luminous radiance of moon for hours
in the dancing waves of the pragmatic ocean
in the notes of reed made with blades of scattered plants
growing far in forests or like the sanddunes of a desert…
Hear the melody
we blend as music and words
in moments of ecstasy.
Let us flow like the perennial river
gushing past the rocks
through the valleys
and down the hills to
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?
While my heart throbs in the Misty mornings of winter Thy soul snuggles for some warmth in my words I paint the sky saffron embracing thou presence Years ago beside you under the mulberry tree you had asked while scribbling my name on dust of a storm will thy be mine I had nodded carving thou inside deep notches Births later We sit and dream Away from one another by seven seas will there be a common sky a single roof where you would be the ink and I, the quill . ©soumya v
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
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.