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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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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Strings and their manifestation in human lives
Often placed around each generation since centuries
Some sounds are melodious and some are mournful,
But each rhythm plays a sound of life.
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The infinity of the morning birds chirping
And rays pouring at her door,
The long affinity of letting winds renew
In every darkening soul.
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The last September's rain in a lavender field
Reckoning of days in rainbows I feel,
See as I must the buds to bloom
All I gaze is skies discovering undelivered epistles winding beside the sun's hues.
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I've heard Maa has arrived, and these longings for her return have taught me patience
Patience for enduring the scorching summer rays, with the flickers of my candlelight
And refreshing autumnal rains with winds in our lane
Melting by the lightening of flames,
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The fairies of the sunrise are circling around you,
I could stare at it in all my nights
Wandering in the evening dusk till the stars sat overhead in lines
Always rejoicing by the moonlight and fireflies rising in bows,
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When silver spreads around the moon
And the sprinkled stardust stares through,
Sincerely, the sky profoundly sights the incessant light
How often I find comfort in fear and uncertainties to heal,
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The dream I was dreaming about
Has been given breath by my Lord,
The rings of golden bells along the eternal indigo shades of skies
The yearning of silence and cadence
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The indigo sky with stars sparkling
Home, for so long had been a dream to me.
Years pass with the compliance of our orbit's silvering wand
Is worthy of a peaceful eternity to be.
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We met at a time when the world was witnessing the flickers of the candlelight
We met at a time when autumn was unwrapping by the tunes of your delight.
You rose and sung everyday as Ganga's welcoming grace
We knew we met by God's manifestation in you that we prayed to be fate.
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When wind blows you cherish under the sky
Long lives your truly named butterflies.
I, too was in rays of the sun
Gazing towards the home to begin the run.
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