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
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
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
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
this time the ink has dried like my spring of feelings parched over time and ages season seems frigid buds remain unbirthed flowers seem withered stagnant is nature nothing changes arid becomes heart tongue becomes voiceless agony is the new me pain is the new name. ©Soumya
In chasms of time shall the world
try to find
searching in remaining ashes
in the burnt petals
Fragrance! that would pervade
beneath the buried treasures
those alphabets of emotion
gazes of selflessness
while sprinkling dust
on death of time…
amidst the rumbling chaos and storms
on the rock of life perpetual & strong
cut and chiselled a new form
carving emotions on heart and piercing
the veins …
pricking to be alive every moment
awaiting new shape
new sculpture of life to be formed…
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
to stop the dreams
The soul glimpses and carries forth
A new endeavor to survive on!
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.
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.