in eventuality in perception of unknown in realization of truth in pursuit of perfection .... how often shall we stumble hold the universe on shoulder and be blamed forever ... the page witnesses colour of ink and its chaos within silence of words...
The Roadway
would it..
will it not?
the roadway to the final destination
would carry the fragrance of
soil... dried leaves and the sweat along?
will it spread the nostalgia of sojourn
while the swaying branch bends to
brush the tresses
Will the dust speak of the crimson sunset
floating in the air
or of the wading birds bidding adieu
to lakes and pollen of distant flowers
will the anchor of sail...sing tale
of rough weathers
or the vessel explain the trembles of
turbulent waters
would the altar of purpose...
reverberate nuances of the voyage
....
Breathe then... inhale the redolence ;
...like a feather this
will vanish forever...lost,
in the treading soil
of the travel...
@ Soumya
The solitary fragrance
the petals flew with wind traveling through cedars and hills what remained... the solitary fragrance invisible , intrigue retreading the journey the returning season in boulevard of memories finds esoteric nectar ... lost yet etched scattered yet embedded redolence of faith dispersed in nature.... @soumya
Roots
herein i fortify the roots of nature ones which need love and affection in storms whence they stand stronger deeper to travel more inside the gravel.... roots of life , roots of human cause of ignorance or wisdom anchor thyself, in soil introspect inside what lies on the layer is superficial above the ground...the world is so different underneath... the real roots exist and appear.... @soumyav
Resilience
whilst the storm had intentions that were futile the petals reopened blossomed in white the winds had blown shelters of words trying to ransack whole world... in morning light in night mystic the lone flower bloomed on the dignified tree crumpled at times, crushed inside it pined... resilience added to the power of victory truth and immaculateness paved the way to serenity @soumyav
The Restless Soul
For Another Dawn
Window of thoughts open A li'l birdie sitting on sill Voices names of Distant hills and flowers … "You know ‘em" Asked, the moon "Nope, they are my Wishful dreams , I have treasured…" -"Forgotten in chores of surviving my true companions grains I collect and few twigs dry nest I have , yet breath I lost by" "Wish I spread my delicate feathers Flutter and fly to the distant crimson horizon Sunsets , rivers, clouds I shall kiss abide the trail and return in minutes…" The birdie sang, "for another dawn , for another morn I shall sing melodies of hope ,I reckon" -Soumya
The String of Karma
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
Co -Travellers
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
QUARANTINE SONG
In the crimson colours of twilight
as the wind kisses past
a fragrant flower shies
heart fills in redolence
and survives
through the mighty mountains
whence a river flows
The canary sings in quarantine
Hail ! O clouds ! quench the aridness of my world
Hail ! O mighty sun! Shine on the darkness of my earth
Hail! O Heart ! Cherish moments of joy or strife
Hail ! O Soul! Forgive and wish welfare of mankind
Hail ! O Human ! Treasure and Value the Gift of Life
-Soumya
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