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

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

Inwards


Well! Nothing stopped us
The business of being busy 
till we were drop dead
few breaths we skipped
lesser we slept
strangers to ourselves
aliens to our shelter & ceilings …

The shelves smelt same
nostalgia of place
Times Stands still 
until we let the  reminiscences be...

The fragrance of incense sticks
blooms of jasmine
tiny leaves of a home creeper
awaiting to be seen...

A sumptuous dinner table 
an exotic cuisine
love and warmth poured in 
alongwith spices and margarine...

Oh ! What went wrong,
or what went right
we are back to our nests
 birdies in embrace...

Forget not ever
the truth unveiled
Often we walk again 
without bit of realizing....

@soumya