Category Archives: Surrealism

#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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#6 Poetry : By The River Styx…

My silent tears fell on the

Black waters of the river

As I sat beside Styx and wept

And they were lost forever..

The souls drifted on

Their tormented faces never

To see the light of Cheerful

Life and Hope Ever..

Despair..Hatred.. Pity..Horror

Torment..and Eternal sadness..

Loneliness.. Sorrow..Gripped me

And I stared on Helpless..

Am I the legend of distress..

Sitting on a lonesome shore

Waiting for a hopeless hope

When you are there no more..

The memories they fall down

Into the cascading depths of Styx

Turning ashen and colour devoid

Burnt and pale like the Onyx..

Burned like charred embers

The Ripped pieces of my soul

As the lights in them were snuffed out

Never will I be again whole..

Styx seemed so unforgiving..

So full of eternal suffering..

Yet to me Styx felt gentle..

So carefree and welcoming..

I stripped down into nakedness..

Disrobing my guilt and sorrows..

My conscience raw and vulnerable

Into the cold unforgiving watery furrows..

The coldness..touched my spirit

Ah so gentle and soothing..

The fiery touches of black water-flames

Unhappy laments of souls crooning

The lullaby of Death’s Eternal Abyss

Made my soul beautifully sway..

Seemed so heartbreakingly beautiful

Memories of a happy lifetime seemed Faraway..

The waves of Hatred

Thawed the burning

Eased the pains inflicted

Ending all my suffering

The River Styx.. the river of hatred

My mortal wounds it Healed

And rekindled the burning spirit of life

The spirit to be avenged

From the grip of Mortality

The hatred made be fight

The shackles of pain broke

And in my Insight

A beautiful life was saved

From the Clutches of Grief and death

For it was not the time

To breathe my last breath.

 

 

 

-By Soumya Bunk

Mortality is an inevitable constant but that should not be a cause to hate one’s own life or end one’s own beautiful life, we need to be warriors of can fight grief and pain..one’s own conscience is the best weapon to win a battle against one’s own grief and battle of pains and misery.

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..

Abstract Art #5 THE ENERGY COMES TO LIFE

The Goddess Durga has come once again to touch our lives with her Energy and Power… Wishing all the Bengalis(Bangalis) all over the world a very Happy Durgapujas and also to everyone that they may also enjoy this Divine festival..

Its All About Friendship, Love, Food,Fun …Enjoyment with your loved and dear ones..I hope it brings smile to your faces.. and all those people who feel neglected..

It’s all about Involvement…

The Energy Comes To Life

Abstract Art #5 THE ENERGY COMES TO LIFE

The Energy Comes to Life

It’s that time of the year again when Energy comes to Earth personified in the form of Goddess Durga..

She touches our lives with her energy and enthuses in us the wisdom and knowledge and power…

I have tried to see her energy and give it a form of painting…Its surrealism and the power reflecting from her , is what  brings joy to my heart…

Wishing everyone a blessed Durgapuja, and may all your wishes come true..