SOUMYA MOHANTY VILEKAR

SOUMYA MOHANTY VILEKAR

COULD YOU FEEL MY BREATH TONIGHT?

Could you feel my breath tonight

On your bare chest where I laid myself

While I sat miles away reminiscing

Under the luminescence of moon

You seeped in my skin as love of new moon

Fragrance disseminated through my pores of love

As your touch lingered on my soul and I went numb

O! that infinitesimal fraction of bliss

I died … in your name

While you drank the eternal nectar of fantasy..

There isn’t a way to speak

Nothing to verbalize the pain

Let the drops spread the fragrance

In grace of the fallen drops.

HOW MUCH OF BLOOD?

How much

How much of blood do thou need to satisfy

Thy egoist dry veins

How many nights of sleeplessness and ceaseless

Cravings of being heard

by thy big but non coherent ears

How many hours and minutes

of  sincere and immaculate affection

Showering on thy idol of superficial world

How much of painful breaths which

Create chasms of detached love

How much do thou need

of my life…

Nothing more left to satiate thy immature disposition

Neither any zeal remains to sprinkle thou with my ethereal love

That never  was felt or heard

Nor any heartbeat which shall awaken me

From the deep long slumber.

CIGAR

In modern times,

they puffed and smoked

and the rings of callousness rose

Oh!  the well of grim

dark and deep

invisible to the naked eye of dreams

Forget the tinkling sound of coins

count later after a while

the paper and plastic cards tucked in wallets

In dearth ,

dugs and buries itself

the agony of human

losing humaneness

the precious birth ,once they said.

now to hell with this birth…they aghast..

who curses?

god or human?

control your tongue…

Tis’ spineless

wretched the destitute impoverish

selfish affluent ceremoniously

holding Humanity as a CIGAR

between their lips,

“hypocrites’ , cries the soul…

while

they laugh and smirk away.

MERCILESS CLOUDS

O! Merciless clouds ,

thou show some mercy

my homeland in desolate cries

tis arid!

Swiftly thou changeth place

and shower on faraway regions

…knoweth thou not

here I fall and stumble …

the dying thirsty throat

screams for thunder

Change thy course, O! partisan

shower thine  grace

In thee ,

I wait for ecstasy to discover

MY MOON

the envelope of darkness engulfs

I stare at the empty skies and heaven

Where art thou ,

my moon,

my savior?

runneth who behind me every moment,

every hour,

to forests, deserts

lanes

terraces ,wherever I went

thou followed

thy luminescence guided through the darkness

hugging me tight in solitary hours

…

where art thou ,

my moon tonight,

I anticipate thy

presence

amidst the loneliness

of this enchanting night’s splendor !

SOUMYA MOHANTY VILEKAR

SOUMYA MOHANTY VILEKAR is a writer, poet, blogger, author , a business consultant in the entertainment industry. Soumya’s poetry blog is badged as one of the top 10 socially active poetry blogs of India by Baggout, a national portal . Having her works published in many National &International poetic anthologies, she has penned more than two thousand poems, besides her own four poetry books. The recent one being “Suroor Of The Soul”. Besides these her poems are included in literary magazine CLRI ( Contemporary Literary Review India). Global Poetic Anthology on World Peace by The Poetic Society of India, New India Express, The Hans India, Indian Creative Minds and in Amravati Poetic Prism. She has been awarded the Literary Excellence award for poetry at the 6 th Asiad Literature Award festival and also conferred the honour of “SAHITYASHREE” award by KAFLA INTERCONTINENTAL for her contribution to poetry. A Vocal contributor and a Digital Change maker at WORLDPULSE, a global platform connecting more than 50,000 women across 190 nations for women empowerment ,she also holds a joint patent in field of metal powders.