Soumili Karmakar Poems

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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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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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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A refreshing winter evening,
With the sunset, on its crest.
The church with its evening prayers.
Relatively, the mass gathering.
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The spring in the name of blue skies
The adulation of winds weaves her cloak
Chirping of birds, flapping of wings
Weightless light of grace rises before my eyes and freezes the clock.
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In my world flowers bloom together treasuring trust for each of my morning's tears
It soothes souls of sons and daughters for seas to be lively and inspiring every year.
At times the cloud wishes and drapes himself in white,
Shining around to honour the grace of the eternal light.
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What shall the sky muse, if clouds spring golden by the sun's hues?
What shall the dream choose, if the unconscious mind still rhymes with the old lyre's tune?
I see the shrine of my father's abode,
Streams align with fountains breathing Purity somewhere heavenly near about.
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