The solitary fragrance


the petals flew with wind
traveling through cedars and hills
what remained...
the solitary fragrance
invisible , intrigue

retreading the journey
the returning season 
in boulevard of memories
finds esoteric nectar ...
lost yet etched
scattered yet embedded
redolence of faith
dispersed in nature....

@soumya 


SCARLET


And  numb …under the orchid

I had awaited your steps since dawn

here you return …when the sun is about to set

When forgotten are promises

Lost are desires ,buried under the soil

The urge has vanished

and I motionless & still

stare at you…

The sun sets with a dab of crimson. It was all scarlet like my blood.

 

©Soumya

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Like a Bohemian


Like a bohemian she moved to places
A nomad at heart
as a bird in sky
swirling the colourful skirt of aspirations
paints down every town red and and streaks of turquoise

hadn’t the cuckoo perched every branch
hiding from the limelight
beneath the vast azure she vanishes
as a star during daylight

what if the colours create a motif
of a saga in humble words
she runs behind the tall corridors
where sleeps since years a history epical…

do not dissect the words or rhyme
forget to decipher or analyze
her pastels sing
her trinkets dance
words paint
and voice charms
faraway the bohemian lives
away from the world in a  realm of dreams
moving under thousand suns

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