Lavender Field Poem by Soumili Karmakar

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.

 
The sound of buzzing bees, and our spirits aligned before fading in crimsons
Lending of sweet kernel of blossoms,
While dreaming of wax castles stand tall in lasting seas of vision.
Passing of the Autumnal season along with
Bidding goodbye to Spring
We shall know, hearts spinning in the universe
Are inclined towards Heaven's dream if we follow our reasons in wings.

 
Flying in the everlasting sky by colored wings
Shall I know the language of winds?
Shall we remember the candlelight village with curtains that butterflies weaved?
Revered rays of phases in globe,
Only I gaze at the lavender field promising until death to grow.


The Forest in the Shrine,
Whispers in my ear, "the lavender field living in the upland is where my dreams rear".
Thunders in a stormy night flickered birthday candles of rain
Here, the shrine celebrates the delicacy of hearts being untamed.
The sparrow in her nest sings for my muse,
The tale of the few with truth in depths
Breathed always life anew in roots.
I see the soul rising beside her shores,
Shall we remember it was infinities whenever it was you in folklores written only by the few?


Oh, heart!  The weathered leaves fall on garlands,
The essence of showers gilt upon vivid blue horizons
Endeavouring to make one alive by sharing a red line of thread
Is it possible, if Fate decides to bow before years in distress?
The lavender field rejoices in moonlight as Autumnal wind sings her to rest.