To that horizon…


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Where land ends and meets the sky

dissolve the golden and earthy pastels nearby

to that horizon

O ! My love!

I wish to travel before I die

Where mingle our breaths

heart beats dance on same rhythm

to that universe ,

let us walk down

and create a new heaven.

where kisses the saffron ,

maiden earth in twilight of dusk so near

to that periphery of cosmos,

come ! Let’s glide and travel.

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I know not the change
 nights long or the sweating day's pain
Is it the moon’s peeping game
or the wildflower’s fragrance putting
Samsara to shame?
the flow of time and course
alters abruptly and ceaselessly moves
sometime letting the scarlet dusk
embrace me or often
 leaving the stars in jealousy
while the dewy drops sparkle
I await
momentous fancies dreaming of being real
on the sandy shores 
when our intertwining fingers and seashells will play.

©Soumya
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While the seasons played


While the swindler burnt my cheeks with

its sumptuous golden glow

I changed sides back and forth

for a while I was in shade

hugging memories  sheltered the autumn skin

while the seasons played

The silken locks refused to listen

falling like cascade disturbed the rhythm

the song of past struck

few strings in galore

the beats struck the chord

and music echoed.

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Random rumination of a scribbling poet


Can I ever express?

Can I ever say?

murmurs the inner voice

The random ruminations

struggling details

endless musings

thoughts ceaseless

turbulent apprehensions

intense emotions

words falling way apart

when the ink of life flows like the Ganges….

 

the arteries suffocate

what hath the social environ done

strangling wishes in the cage

flutters the bird a last time

before she forgets her own desire

how then would the heart speak

after being buried in soil nine feet deep

why then the soul screams

in silence when neither the world hears nor

peeps

Is it the solitude that echoes

and relishes the scathing pain

the lump in choked throat

or the blood of a slit vein…

the smile of the sad heart

or a laugh lame

how would the heart start

singing its own tale?

nay, it doesn’t glorify

nor intend to sermon

Tis the lonesome want of a

scribbling poet

Ya! listen comrade

lend a moment ,close your eyes

hear my soul’s tale

as drenches the parched heart

in desirous rain!


Life’s envoi


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sultry days, sleepless nights,
sweats the mind in deep agony,
in midst of a dream, I awake to the noise,
that rattles the river flowing serene.
haphazardly, drawn lines ,
like thoughts scribbling inside,
confounds the resting soul
in restlessness, herein I pine.
the burning gulmohar resplendent
high on the branch,
beneath craves a hand,
to touch the fiery petal, afar.on blank pages, moves the hand,
trying to touch and figure
the unwritten notes of a
heart
invisible in life’s envoi !

“A BUD ” from “Suroor of the Soul”


Dear readers,

Here is an audio visual treat from the creators of “Suroor of the Soul” , me and Shaheen .

Nature with the eternal music and a verse in a soft voice is always a delight! Sharing with you the video  of “A BUD” from the pages of ” Suroor of the Soul”.

In written words I respire ,

&

in spoken I dance!

Book Launch – “Suroor of the Soul”


As the year 2013 wraps itself in the memories of the events that occurred during the whole year and gets in the celebration mood of CHRISTMAS in few days from now, I have a news to share with all of you.

The most awaited moment is here,the launch of our poetry book  ,  ” Suroor of the Soul” at India International Centre,Delhi on 21st Dec 2013.All are cordially invited to grace the occasion and be a part of the wonderful journey.

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It has not been long since “Suroor ” was published on Amazon and received a wide and touching response from everyone who has read the book. The thought behind “Suroor ” was intense and it delved deep into insights regarding the journey of a soul which wanders on earth in search of true happiness.

We all are such souls,seeking happiness in every dream,ambition and path of life ,yet we fail to experience the true feeling of it.This book dwells in such a voyage through a poetic form reflecting the real experiences of human on earth.

You can visit the website of “Suroor of the Soul” to read more about the reviews,interviews and updates regarding the topic which we  think has endless and limitless expeditions.

Also you can get updated and join through the FB page  “Suroor of the Soul”

With Best Wishes,

Soumya and Shaheen

THE LOVELY DUO


With the wind she aviates

wings of golden get unfurled,

her blackish auburn locks dangle

as she rocks through the jungle….

Kisses the branch of the bottle brush

crimson red whose flowers rush ,

her cheeks turn prettier

when  she smiles and blushes for none….

gallops the young palomino,

loves it thy master

The woods enchant the golden colt

so does the hands which rein her…

together they form a beautiful pair

when paint the sky with their myriad ways

leave they behind the prosaic

while on a ride to the clouds in air…

drawing the path of their dreams

the duo on a long flight!!!

bask in delightful pleasure

of love and the valentine