Silent sky
Impregnated clouds
Rains awaited and
So thoughts bursting aloud…
Empty courtyard beckons
Tis monsoon
Showers can’t rinse
dried lines of old tears
cluster of flowers bathe in
upheaval tides of ocean
the sail will have its own course
changes when the season.
©Soumya
the unsung lyrics of thou and me
reside in the involute spirals of life
sometimes being blown by winds of time
often displayed as colours of a tiny butterfly
Oh ! that tiny shell knew the lore
heard it while lying offshore
tis a fable of thou and me
sung by nature silently
…
beyond the perishable limits of life
crossing the impermanence line
yeah! it dwells like fragrance in flowers
as luminous radiance of moon for hours
in the dancing waves of the pragmatic ocean
in the notes of reed made with blades of scattered plants
growing far in forests or like the sanddunes of a desert…
Hear the melody
we blend as music and words
in moments of ecstasy.
She cleared the mist with her fingers etching the outline on the glass. The wintry night had left an envelope of thin layered fog on the window pane. She stood there every night after her dinner watching the lone moon hung in the sky. The moon wasn’t visible today and she was wiping the glass to have a glimpse .
The breeze knew the heartbeats of her soul and carried the message of her silent yearnings to faraway land of dreams,where dwelt the twin part of her soul.
Wasn’t it so unworldly, pocketing treasures in the casket of nature and reliving the moments at peace? Nothing mattered as long as the moon was visible to both ends of the world,they lived, breathed and felt the urge to communicate through the dancing waves of morning and night breeze.
How often the nightingales sang and the butterflies danced? Her eyes sparkled and knew the message was through.
Beyond several seas , the orchid had bloomed .
wandered I on various lands
ov’r seas, ov’r bridges
strolled on sands and
walked through indefinite contours
every land donned
a new robe,
a new colour
of hope ,
of belief
of religion
and
each thought,
each urge,
each craving
converges to the same destination
THE CREATOR
Paths many , journeys different
all under the same azure
witness the sun and moon while playing hide and seek
from their co ordinates
innumerable ways to elevate and transcend
ceaseless is the travel
there’s lot to discover
get set go and
breathe
in different atmospheres
before it ends…
©SoumyaVilekar
I stare without a gaze
emotions bereft
open strands
in pursue of the zigzag roads
my wings get plucked and ruffle
faraway a mountain attracts my heart
again…
births a new zeal
infused with endless enthusiasm…
like petals of rose, my words fragrance
will they live eternally between the nostalgic pages
as love echoing poetic passion…
would someone unravel the buried grave
one day,
will light dawn on the million verses
sleeping in peace for eonion
fluttering them to their destination
letting them free
to be epical scriptures.
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Dear friends,
It has been a long journey till here ,as I publish my 800 th post today. Iam thankful to every reader, visitor, viewer of my blog and my friends who continously have encouraged me with their loving comments and through their presence. For my simple words , I write this!
“For affluence , I do not have words
my thoughts are unique.
different is my verse…
thou shall be comforted in the raging summers
as the lucid pleasant sprinkle on your cheeks
from the emotions of my poetic drizzle…
in chilling frosty weather
the ablaze of my burning passionate words
will warm thy soul as ever…
on lone nights, they can comfort thou
like a cuddling pillow
absorbing thy worries in dark hours…
in thy setbacks, or fall
inspiring, zestful glimpses
will make you stand with fervor.
O! friend ! my words cannot be diverse
but my reflections are unlike and inimitable”
Best wishes,
Soumya
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Whispering words I absorbed,
as they came with the fragrant gust of thought,
lingering feeling overwhelmed the spine,
that you missed me for a moment some time…
The experience of knowing ,
the sense of realizing,
the depth of the feeling …
That canorous music rings in my ears…
Inspite of being trapped in the adverse conditions,
pinned down by extreme pressures,
a sentiment in your bosom so caressing originates…
so carminative… my heart resonates…
Words of gesture or,
words of love,
they conjunct us for an instant,
as the essence is rendered.
Contour of the emotions
symbolize a crest and trough,
As I feel the spirit of the affection….
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