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
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
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
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 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
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
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
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
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
