Avenewz News Australia & Singapore is pleased to present the few selected Poems written by an amazing poet from Assam, India. Ms. Kalita is into Civil Services, and woking as Asstt. Commissioner, Executive Magistrate, Sub Deputy Collector posted with Government of Assam. The Founder and Editor-in-chief of Avenewz News Dr. Ved Tewari, selected few amazing gems written by Silpika. On behalf of Avenewz News Australia & Singapore, we wish Ms. Silpika Kalita best wishes and request to continue writing such amazing poems. Thanks for sending us these Poems
THE RENDEZVOUS OF THE CASTAWAYS
The forbidden quest for eternal solace is ushering,
The astraying humanity, of no man’s land is wandering in vain;
The momentum of the resurrection of the aficionados of divinity is in desperate gain;
The paradoxes of the fairy tales of the connoisseurs are still ringing,
The baffling wanderers are paving their ways to struggle in disdain;
The mythical Utopias quest is not yet submerging,
Melting tears become stoic parenthesis to the compassion regain;
An interlude of euphonic consonance, in desperate need of the hours, lamenting,
Invoking an oxymoron of absolute peace, in futile lain;
The metaphors and similes of the Divine thesaurus are losing mastery at serenity quenching;
Thereby, the pair of sterling grey eyes, far from the madding crowd are silently
submerging in quest of an harmonious abode in pain…
SOLILQUY OF THE SILENCE
It is the silence of Heart, even when it aches
It is soliloquy of thoughts with no words they make;
It is belief beyond reasons, pure emotions, nothing in fake
Passion even thrives in body, but no love it makes;
The quest in soul and peace in heart, all well kept under tyranny of time
Test you how much you can put forth your efforts in stillness and wait;
Sleeping in awakeness, lying still in consciousness,
Waiting with no longing all are directions towards thou gateway to heavens
Which Manifests in your unity with spirit
And it’s actually the heaven of your faith,
Your own soul where rest forever in slumber though awake;
How spring can be far away when the winters though cold keeps you warm
With fire of love inside always awake!
THE CONNOISSEUR OF ART
All around is hustle and bustle,
Bewilderment, rat race
By hankering after power and wealth men wind up the toil
From down till dusk,
But quietly I go my way…
For glitter, show, to taunt the crowd.
Mighty lurking desire tossed in wild dismay
Men negotiate their liberated souls,
But quietly I go my way…
The green of all the fields is mine,
The stars, the night, the wind at play,
An eternal longing of a peaceful sight, the uncontaminated heart, a Connoisseur of Art, quietly
I go my way….
Thy have not swept the visioned valley with the green stream streaking through it,
To search the vastness for something
You have lost to strung your soul to silence
Thy mighty soul have not wandered in the wilderness, the sage-brush desolation ,
To bunch-grass levels where the cattle graze,
Have you seen God in his splendid,
Heard the text that nature renders?
The sublime in the silent men the simplest and the truest folk who do things…..
Then listen to the Wild-its calling you.
Our souls have cradled in custom,
Primed with the mundane to make us the credit of the preachings only to ignore the Wild…calling us
Let us probe the silent places, let us seek what luck betide us;
Let us journey to a lonely land I know.
There’s a whisper on the night-wind, there’s a star agleam to guide us,
And the Wild is calling calling…let us go…go…go…