QUEST


 

under the expanse of colours

where breathes life due to HIS desire

infinitesimal are such glimpses

whence overwhelmed is the atmosphere

yearns to express the soul

often losing words as eyes trickle few pearls

to compensate the mute emotion

away from the worldly plays

in silence cries the soul craving for eternity

and

The quest continues forever…

©Soumya

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The Rainy Season


 

The Rainy season- A random musing

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Like the beautiful  flowers of palash, popularly known as fire of the forest, I was burning . The inner turbulence  like the  upheaval of tides made me rise and fall against the heavy rocks of life.

Had the shore been sandy ,I wished to have laid myself on the shore surrendering to  the splashing waves of a sea,but nonetheless,it was n’t such.It was rocky.

Life isn’t what we dream and wish for! We have to create a path to realize this dream  and then walk on it ,many a times getting pierced by innumberable thorns .

The fragrance which disseminates in the atmosphere is usually of the wild flowers growing on open meadows and hillsides, those which bring freshness in life and also in the monotonous mundaneness. Pruned, I loved watching birds flying in the sky, they seemed to be so happy, free and delighted ,marching towards their goal . Their wings unfettered and whistling to their favourite tunes they sang whenever they wished .

A sense of freedom filled the heart and I wished I could fly thus like the wading birds.

The riot of colours in the evening sky brought more nostalgia  as I walked towards the mound on the top of the mountain. This rainy season, nothing had changed.

Hieroglyph


 

Sneak I through the silence

shearing the quiet  fear ,

As I shred

filaments of pain in pieces and bury deep

in gravels of past .

The new saplings of hope grow and flourish

blooming cluster of flowers

few sprinkling drops rejuvenate when they are about to die

Tis law of nature , I , mere the gardener

Come ,lets drown the precarious apprehensions

And live freely to create murals as

hieroglyphical scripture

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We


IMG_20151211_110914your words pierced every vein

leaving goosebumps

and I saw the lost moment again

In dust I vanished

you in the dew of time

both in opposite directions

but hearts connected for lifetime

with a sigh,

the hope dawns with every morn,and sets

in the night dark

a moment to be together

leaving the world aside.

.

©SoumyaV

moments


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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.

@SoumyaV

Her mind’s garden


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In the backyard of her mind’s garden
Where grew thousand lilies
On ransom were few flowers…
may be some Desires  unseen…
Oh! She knew it wasn’t easy
She struggled all through to barter her dreams
Breathing some  fresh air she stumbled intermittently
While the rocky terrains kept throwing obstacles
in between…

Now,what next?She kept thinking
“Do I win, or I lose
am I on the right  way or the  wrong
my soul   away on  an exile
what’s the predicament
I tried again, I tried my best...
I will again until finally I’m put to sleep in the grave
Thence shall the soul rest"
Until the pen has inscribed thoughts
Until the sky has been painted red
Until the sea sings my  lore
Until the river takes my breath to it’s door
until few daisies sprung on the soil
of her garden
Until the veins have drop of blood to shed…

“After death”


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When left “I”
‘the life’ in a split second
From the door of the body to heaven
Where did I get lost in between,
O ! lord !
Was ‘I’ a body with a life
Or a soul imprisoned in flesh of being?
..
Where was I ?
Who was I ?
Amidst the melee. I didn’t hear any sigh..
What was my name ?
What am I named?
Is it the same,
as I lose
myself …
on pyre,
in ashes
when burns my effigy,the form of five elements created by thee

Where will I go and traverse?
is it the The cosmos
or The astral ?
what’s the journey ahead,O thee!
hold my finger and take !

©soumyavilekar