Category Archives: Life

#7 Poetry : Petrichor Flowers

The tears Rained down my cheeks,

And the hard Ground came closer

As I fell down on the earth.

The Everlasting support seemed forever gone

The feelings all like Thunderous clouds,

The Warmth of Love, lost from Heart’s hearth.

 

The pair of Feet that walked away,

Away from me,never to come back again,

The footprints lost in the Pages of Time,

Left behind a shattered Heart

A Timeless sense of  eternal Sorrow

And the Fear, that you will never be mine.

 

The Winter froze the Ailing Heart,

As I locked away those Butterflies

In the Prison, bereft of Love.

The touch of Ice deadened the Heart.

The Feelings all ceased to exist.

The Fruits Bittersweet frozen in my Memory’s Grove.

 

Spring came with the Bountiful Promises,

Happiness and Joy all around

The Flowers of Passion bloomed blissfully,

But I crushed them down

And bit down upon my Bloody Teary Lips,

Putting away the Lonely Memories of Love, Carefully.

 

The Summer of Scorching Truth,

Burned the thawy Heart Raw.

With it’s Raging Fire it Danced away

Embers of Passion turned to Dust.

Now the Heart was Empty

Memories turned oblivious in the Tempest sway.

 

The Raindrops of the Euphoric rain,

Fell on the Scorched Heart

And sowed seeds of New Hopes.

Petrichor Flowers bloomed Again

And set free the Butterflies….The feelings

Danced to the Rhythm of Raindrops.

 

The tears came Again

They fell upon the Rivulets of the Earth

With New Dreams and Happiness

The Ground seemed Welcoming, Soft…

And embraced me with Blossomed Flowers.

The Innocent Heart Laughed…Devoid of Sadness..

 

-By Soumya Bunk

 

There comes a time in Life when we lose hope , someone or something and the heart forgets to laugh..to enjoy..to live, at this time there comes a realization and situation..which finally teaches us to laugh again and to live again..Hope is what drives us forward..and there is always a silver lining waiting..we have to be patient for the right Time and Situation..and the Right Person.

 

 

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Cooking in my Kitchen #11 The Custard Ecstasy

Mornings! Ain’t always about the usual Cereal Breakfast or The Bread Butter Jelly with Omelette and Orange Juice.. At times if you have a sweet tooth and want to treat yourself to a savoury little preparation..here you go with the Custard Ecstasy..

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Sweet and Simple and Healthy..

With a simple Vanilla Custard.. topped with Sweet Caramel and freshly chopped Fruits of your choice..

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The vanilla custard with the crunchy bitter-sweet caramel topping (only bitter-sweet when you slightly burn the caramel..not too much..very slightly burnt) , and the fresh fruits not only is a delicacy for the taste buds but a really healthy way to start the day..

So kick start your day with something special..and enjoy a #Custard Ecstasy

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A Walk Through My Dreams

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The transition journey of the picture.. as requested…

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This Picture is dedicated to a very special person in my Life….with whom moments spent feel like elixir drops from an enchanted spring…and in a very short time..the bond feels as if forged in some ancient tapestry of Destiny..

All the elements are very dynamic and inter-related and very much related to the special person.. And I thank him for inspiring me to pick up my brushes and play with colours to conceive this creation..

Thanks for being an elder brother to me..

The Picture is Mixed media:- Pen and Ink,Water-colour and Pastel Shades.

#3 Poetry : WHEN I LOOKED AT THE MOON

I looked at the moon
On a lonely shore
The bright White Rays
With hope evermore..
Shone on my face..
And glittered on the sea..
Soothed me with happiness..
I could never foresee..

I looked at the moon
Lost in the forest..
Through the thick canopy..
It shone on a lonely nest..
Filled it with radiance..
Of a time long-lost..
I curled up on the thicket
Without counting cost..

I looked at the moon
Atop a sand dune..
A clear bright Picturesque..
Of an ancient Starry rune…
A path to the Oasis
It showed me..
When I was lost in mirages.
It rescued me..

I looked at the moon
On the deserted Pathway..
Soothing my insecurity…
Preventing my Astray..
As the darkness crawled in
It held my hand
Dispensing my Gloom..
In an Unfriendly land..

I looked at the moon
When the bittersweet tears..
Rolled down my cheeks..
Bringing all my fears..
The moon seemed real
And calmed my storm..
A serene and silent
An ethereal form..

I looked at the moon
On my bed..as i lay
Illuminating the book pages
With its White-gold ray
Unfolding stories
Of a Righteous fight ..
Of prince and princesses..
And giving me flight..

To the moon I flew
In my dreams of desire..
A land so surreal..
I went higher .. and higher…
I looked down on the earth..
Lush green and blue lagoon ..
Again I descended to Illusive reality..
Forgetting the Moon..

I never looked at the moon
The tangle of life..Caught me in its swing..
Strangled my freedom..
And nailed my bright wings…
The moon was still shining bright..
Still a dazzling constant..
My evanescent life..
Faded into Insignificant…

—-by Soumya Bunk

We often forget the little constants in our life.. and become too busy with the meddling affairs of life.. We all need a constant on which we can rely..and something that helps us to focus in life and make it easier..

#2 Poetry : REVENGE

I walked the edges of Life and Death

With a sense of Loss..

And a taste of Betrayal.

My feet bled blood rose-red..

I felt each thorn as it tore my skin

And broken glass..pierced my heart

I felt the coldness seeping inside

It trickled in me like a frozen fountain

It was you who asked

Will I always love you?

And I Had said let Death even try to take that truth..

I begged sweet Death why

Did He not take me away.. before

I had to taste the sharp fangs of perfidy

All I was rewarded with was.. a deep silence

And the crashing sense of eternal Sorrow..

It was then..

You who came to love me..

When I had given up on myself…

You whispered the words that would soothe me..

And give me a moment’s bliss..

It was you who warmed my heart

With strange hope ..and Happiness I would feel..

You coiled me in your Diabolic Arms..

And I rested my head on your shoulders..

Crying my heart’s silent sorrow..

You looked at me calmly..

And your eyes burned with Evil Fire..

It drew me in .. like a spool of Love…

And I believed in a reason..

A cause that now burned inside me..

Like an ember that was never put out..

It grew inside me ..and you helped it nurture

A  thought so cruel to ..

Bring Happiness for me..

I took the knife out..

Of oh.. so sweet revenge..

And I slit His throat..

In the Darkness of Night..

All was silent..once again..

Your Blood seeped out and drenched me

With a sense of end..

All the thoughts of my Final happiness..

Left me now..

As I stared into your Cold dead eyes..

And I stood drenched in your betrayed blood..

Like beads of Ruby shining in the dark..

Words like betrayal..and revenge..

Now felt hollow like my Soul..

And you bled silently to Death..

I looked for Revenge..

Where are your shoulders now.. I need to feel

Where is your comforting touch..

My heart turned stone cold..

And then I saw Death..

Looking at me with his Handsome face..

I smiled at him..

He gave me a malicious grin..

And turned his back upon me..

I clutched at the hem of his cloak..

And he now returned a smile of Pity..

Why did you betray yourself?

Why did you embrace Revenge?

I release you..

But will you be happy..

But will you find peace..

He looked down and kissed me

With his cold sweet lips….

Death took me…

As I felt the Poison in me

Taking my breath away…

—-by Soumya Bunk

This is a poem on Revenge.. and why Revenge is never the Answer..It revolves around a Person who is betrayed by someone and then he turns to Revenge to seek happiness..

#1 Poetry : PRETTY LITTLE HEART

Pretty little hearts get crushed all the time..

But will I walk on eggshells..

Or should I just be mime..

 

Three little birds sat on the branch…

And sang a song of desire..

Hear pieces of my heart  crunch…

 

The time we had in the bubble of bliss..

I loved it.. and you too

Never heard the serpent’s hiss..

 

I put on my blindfold and let time fly..

With moments precious..

Cherished each day by..

 

Let myself hear only the praises of love

How wonderful is the idea

Oh my heart’s dove..

 

Time is a strange thing so is the heart

It speared through us

Like a deadly dart..

 

Out of the bubble the World is still there

But where am I?

Like a branch set to wither..

 

Opened my eyes to a gloomy day

The day was bright

I wish you would say..

 

I wish you would come and hold me tight

As strong as you can

As will as you might

 

Cause pretty little hearts get crushed all the time..

I ceased to be happy..

And turned to a mime..

 

A strange thing is Time, the wounds will heal

I hear them say

But nothing do I feel

 

Life is cruel why does it have to go on?

I cursed it and scowled

But life went on

 

Life said to me please let time flow

The world is big

And I’ve many things to show..

 

Cause your little angel heart is pretty

Beats not only for you

But for the whole world you see..

 

Your heart maybe little or crushed now and then

But your will is strong

So let your life happen

 

Life that you see is a mere image

Don’t be selfish

Don’t waste it in a rage..

 

Don’t you now go into despair

When the time is right

You will find your pair..

 

Life that is yours you have to share

With people you love

For them you have to care

 

A taste of betrayal sets a spark within

Which tough and bitter

Is life’s little medicine..

 

Don’t be afraid to walk the path alone

Alone you maybe

But never forlorn

 

The three little birds harped on a song

A song of life

Of wisdom and a promise of long…

by Soumya Bunk

Well this is a poem for all the people who got betrayed in life not only a betrayal by a person but also betrayal by time or situation of life…