the sojourn


and neither the travelers of this journey
nor the companions of births can comprehend
palette of colours I am emblazoned with
the saffron of divine
or the luminescent white of tranquility
when the earth is wrapped in muck
so is vision of masses
forgotten is conscience 
buried is compassion
through autumn , or fall
through winter or storms
sailed the fluttering sail
exhausted and torn 
wiped and worn...
may this sojourn end 
to the destined destination...
tired of flapping wings 
the avian wishes for its 
adieu ..
-Soumya 

TRAVEL


what do I wish
where do I walk
amidst the ferns or over the rocks
randomly I wander
what doth I seek
happiness - a mystery
contentment - a big game
sadness becomes the landlord,
sometimes smiles rent the hall
brushing cheeks with tears of agony 
or sometimes no reason to weep
skies embrace and stars kiss my wall
overwhelmed heart skips and skids in ecstasy
this season let us travel to find ourselves
amongst all.

©soumya

photography of fall trees
Photo by Guillaume Meurice on Pexels.com






THE UNTIRING PAIR


They nv’r  learnt to rest

The untiring pair stood everywhere –

in corridors, in queue

struggling for survival

even in nights, beside the bed

burdened with duty, the lonesome pair

They surprise

shock

smile over and share

“Tis our dedication” ,spoke the duo very clear

filling the corridors with resonance

proclaiming their presence

I unfailingly rest for few hours

While the pair of energetic legs stand forever

Carved


 

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amidst the rumbling chaos and storms

on the rock of life perpetual & strong

thy presence

cut and chiselled a new form

carving emotions on heart and piercing

the veins …

pricking to be alive every moment

every dawn

Tis inexplicable

the hammer

silent blow

and rock

awaiting new shape

new sculpture of life to be formed…

 

©Soumya

 

 

 

Redundant


 

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I triumphed over  the odds

Sometimes to slash the thorns

the blossoms on stretched meadows

caressed  wounds while I galloped

as if flying on unicorn

A halt for a while , a shelter under a tree

gathering perspired breaths

rose the spirit to journey

Yeah ! it is the endless path

road to the ethereal resort

tents, huts , caravans

allure midway along

neither any fancies nor any whims

is abreast

to stop  the dreams

The   soul glimpses and carries forth

A new endeavor to survive on!

6th Blog Anniversary


Dear friends,

As I woke up to the beautiful message from WordPress to remind me of the blog’s 6th anniversary, I looked back and realized this had been a wonderful journey of evolution,whether it is writing  poetry, life or anything,we eventually grow and evolve.

Thanks to WordPress which gave me this platform and connected me to few of wonderful people I had ever come across.The most important has been Shaheen Dhanji who has been a friend, co author, guide and inspiration all through out. Few friends like Vishal, Rachna , Rekha , Eric, Wendell,Jensy have been always encouraging.

I would like to take this opportunity and share few updates and captures of the recent developments . Although I rarely come on WordPress and the rate of posts have reduced, it always feels amazing to connect to the fellow bloggers. I always have the urge to come back and post my works here. WordPress has been like a family to me which encouraged me when I had just started the voyage .

The picture is captured while I got felicitated by the Chairman, Zilla Parishad , Vijayawada on occasion of International Multilingual Poetic Meet. The anthology already has found place in the Limca Book of World Records with more than 948 poems in 85 languages from across the world. My poems in four different languages are a part of this prestigious anthology.

What better way of celebrating the 6th bloganniversary than sharing this info here with the bloggerfriends,as this poetic journey had started from here .

Thanks for all the love and support.

Stay blessed,

Best wishes,

Soumya

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Timidly  the moon moved

from behind the clouds

Peeping for a while

then secretly  singing aloud

“where art thou”?

It sang the song of separation

A tale of  memories stacked and stored in minute cages

of the golden heart.

Melancholy and romance dissolved

in the mood of  its birth,

perplexed watching the flow of time

and awaiting for destined moment of life.

Stars of galaxy ,

twinkling in the Milky way

live & thus survive.

©Soumya

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