Soumili Karmakar

Meeting of the two, floating clouds filled with beautiful hues,
An inexpressible fear of bursting
What if someone said those three little words before I drew,
To the perennial world painted as skies in her favourite blues?
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Reading about the Oak trees, mountains, flowing essence of waterfalls, the scent of wet ferns, and the heart shaped leaves of Peepul.
Took my breath away.
And when I witnessed,
I was deeply inspired.
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Flowers all over the blue sky
Blooming in the fields of misty clouds
Painted by the hues of all you's and eyes full of stars.
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So here, our moon lights up in the night sky,
So here, our dreams arise in our beholding eyes,
And ears are willing to hear tales of our years,
Where we dreamt and lived and loved our dears.
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Our rejoicing season is glad to have arrived
Lilacs and water lilies are all around in time.
The autumn has begun
As it seems, but the sun behind the distant cloud hides his tears
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Today, when the dawn arrives
I hopefully can see through my life,
All that our winds have swept
All that our memories have kept
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A refreshing winter evening,
With the sunset, on its crest.
The church with its evening prayers.
Relatively, the mass gathering.
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It was a cool winter breeze,
Snows were falling down to freeze.
A gravely concern of mine, 'what to call, whom to call.'
Ended up with my heart
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I find a blue sky each day
To cherish upon life
And search for answers in the hue of silver lines.
Oh, it seems all anew to be alive in this world!
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The colour of the brightest blue in the sky
Is showing up radiance with the assistance of the sun
And I'm gazing at the merging of colours in our lives.
Though, this heart often affirms that, it is all black and gray
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On this day I didn't find my sunlight
Where I used to dance, forgetting my futile life.
On this day, my mother didn't call to wake me up,
Instead prayed for my eyes to be shut tight.
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The birds have fled in the island of clouds
All good perhaps, have stood in the abyss of draught
Deep in the ocean of mercy and forgiveness
What we found was only our journey towards God.
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I'm beginning a whole new adventure,
Where sorrow doesn't creep
And ships doesn't sink,
Where love is neither requested to absolve into a void,
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Yesterday, I was walking through the alleys in Calcutta.
The journey from my home to college with its endless possibilities and challenges is like a cloud.
At times it floats upon a gentle bay,
Showering the hues of life and light of yesterday's and tomorrow's blooms
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The winter begins within a breath of beauty
Everything around seems to unfurl the sail of diversity.
A story of a season that echoes
To find you when you are low,
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The autumnal leaves are sprinkling the crystals of glittering rain
Oh, how anew it feels to breath in the welcoming air!
The little honeybees have completed their task
After the rain came, they slept beside their hearth.
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The colour of the sunbathing hills are living through ages before,
The ride from boughs to the sky is completed by little Siberian wings in rows.
Their tails and feathers embracing the breezes of wintry days
India, they named home
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Railway tracks are calling for bare feets to start their walks;
Wheels of innumerable trains wishing to continue their pending talks,
Stones framed in rectangles are keeping dewy grasses safe beneath,
Oh, how it amazes me to see them protecting their little beings!
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A heart is living through nights of falling stars,
A pair of eyes passing sleepless nights in golden hours;
Being awaken till dawn
Endorsed in coloring landscapes in the heart of her town.
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Verses of bugs are whispering in the dark
Silence of woods are cherishing tidal winds and fragrance of blue seas, as means of worshiping arts.
The tiny bud is praying for palms to heal,
Where farmers were working still.
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