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
few steps and we cross
the gateway of earth
after the crisscross of clouds and few norms
we land on an altar
beneath , the world appears minute like a dewdrop
here ,we stride in cosmos
beside the planets in backdrop
can we hold and pick them up
place in orbits as we thought?
Life or destiny
can it be aligned and designed as
we presume and want?
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!
While the thick muck of negative air strangled one’s soul
and stiffened become the veins
in moments life becomes a sore
when brushing aside the sludge of thoughts
the inside of your heart
warns a signal
halt! watch and then walk along
you shall gasp for air
While the wounded spirit slashes past
to rebirth and continue on path…
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.
Treading through rough terrains when in the invisible threads of world entangle lost is the soul in the tandem of livelihood and survival.
Whence thus, whence would
breathe I the fragrance of jasmine
play through forests of green firs
watch the golden over peaks Himalayan
tread along sands of flowing rivers
count the stars lying in a desert
dance with waves of an endless ocean
vibrate in tranquilness
under the sapphire
O! mighty one
paths many I traveled
found umpteen chronicles
but thou reside in me
whence would then
In the narrow alleys then
fragrance roses in abundance
The light smell of musk incense filled the air
I frantically moved from lane to lane
in search of you
While the lamps illumined darker corners and stars gazed
music echoed and heart danced
forgetting self in search for your presence
seeking the path to blissful pleasure…
lost in crowd , joyous and mute
another moment tears overflowed
and washed every glance
Nothing could be seen and known
It was a trance … a gnosis of love showering
onto every step , I fell
a hand came to save
I move around and still search for you
Alleys of Ajmer
Dust of you
I breathe your presence
O ! Murshid ! I miss you !
Lifeless appears life Whilst thou sleep through golden light Having lost the moment and time What remains is mirage of life Mere existence, Forgetting to breathe Unheard heartbeats Criss cross shades umpteen Lifeless life of monochrome Tis monotonous if we forget to dream and wish Colours deluged many a times frame remains colourless ©Soumya
To the alterego
looked up the heart
frantically finding its very own part
amidst the solitude of chaotic silence
while a hope of reassurance sparks
Beside the spirit, walking far
the journey of introspection thus starts .
- After long participating in Mindlove Miseries Menagerie