Somya Baranwal (2025)

04/04/2025

WHISPERS IN THE VEIL OF DREAMS
By Somya Baranwal

As I peer through the veil of the unseen,
I ponder what truths may lie in that hue,
For in this breath of life, I’ve barely been,
Chasing echoes I never quite knew.

The fragments of fate danced and strayed,
Never merging into a path so clear,
They drifted like mist, then slowly decayed,
Leaving riddles etched in shadow and fear.

Is there dawn beyond the crimson fall?
Or is this earth the end of the sky?
If I were fate’s player, I’d risk it all—
To see what secrets in the dark do lie.

Perhaps we cling to belief like flame
To justify why the stars still burn,
Though the silence wears no name,
Its energy bends with every turn.

Will we vanish into a silent void,
Or ride the light past Saturn’s rings?
And what becomes of souls once buoyed,
When space forgets our earthly wings?

As I trace the glow of the moonlit tide,
I’m reminded its shine is borrowed fire,
And though I dream to walk its side,
I know that step may never transpire.

Yet dreams, they cling like cosmic dust—
For the heavens still hum my name,
And as galaxies shimmer in quiet trust,
I leap from the ledge, without shame.

Now I journey with no regret, no pause,
Willing to wander through time's expanse,
And though I may defy nature’s laws—
These veiled dreams are where I’ll dance.

15/12/2024

Dear 2017 - 2024, (1/5)

Please, never come back. But from the depths of my heart, I thank you. You were the hardest, most relentless chapters of my life. Yet, you molded me into the strongest, fiercest version of myself.

I still remember August 2017 like it was yesterday. I was in 12th standard, a young dreamer with eyes full of hope. That was when I took my first step into adulthood, earning my own money for the very first time. But life, as it does, had other plans. It stripped me of so much—my career, my academics, my dreams, and most painfully, my beloved grandfather, my Dadaji, one of his brothers, my best friend and many others. Those losses left a void that words can never fill.

And yet, as the years passed, you, dear life, showed me what strength truly means. You tore me down to build me back up, stronger and more resilient with every challenge you threw my way.

Dear Mumma,

You have been my anchor in this storm. My biggest cheerleader, my confidant, my unwavering support. You stood by me through every trial, never once letting me feel alone. Your faith in me has been my greatest blessing. From earning ₹1000 a month to becoming a skilled, adaptable individual, your love and belief have fueled every step of my journey.

From Jobs to Dreams

For five long years, I worked tirelessly, putting my dreams on hold as a compulsion. And then, I made the leap—my journey let me return to academics and began pursuing my MBA. It wasn’t easy to step back into the world of books and deadlines, but my soul knew it was time. Today, I look back and realize: I am a proud daughter, a proud self. There’s so much more to achieve, but the journey has already made me stronger than I ever imagined.
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10/12/2024

She's her hue self, a palette untamed,
In a world of masks, her colors are unnamed.
Every time she reached, the hands withdrew,
A question lingered: *Will love find me too?*

She wore her heart like a fragile flower,
Wilting, yearning for love's true power.
Each failure etched on her tender skin,
Yet her smile would rise where tears begin.

Many times she became the test,
Of patience, of hope, of life’s cruel jest.
Her laughter hid storms, her eyes held seas,
Silent prayers whispered on winter’s breeze.

But deep in her soul, a fire would spark,
A light unyielding in the cold, dark.
She learned her worth was not to be sought,
But in the strength her battles taught.

Through shadows of doubt, she carved her way,
Chasing the dawn where dreams don’t stray.
The love she craved began within,
A quiet roar, a life to begin.

She’s her hue self, no less, no more,
A masterpiece none could ignore.
For love will come, as tides to shore,
When she embraces herself evermore.

©️ Somya Baranwal

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07/12/2024

"Love Woven in Friendship"

In the quiet whisper of a laughing breeze,
Where the soul finds solace, hearts are at ease.
Friendship blooms, a gentle spark,
A lantern glowing in the dark.

It begins with smiles, a knowing glance,
In the dance of moments, a fateful chance.
No promises whispered, no stars aligned,
Just a haven of trust where spirits bind.

Day by day, a bond takes root,
A sweet melody, love's first pursuit.
With every jest, with every tear,
The echoes of affection grow near.

A friend, a confidant, steadfast and true,
Suddenly, the world shifts its hue.
Love sneaks in, a thief of the night,
Turning the ordinary to dazzling light.

No grand confessions, no fireworks displayed,
Just the tender touch of trust that stayed.
From laughter’s bloom to silence’s shore,
I found in friendship, a love I adore.

For love isn’t born in the storm of flame,
It’s the gentle ember that friendship became.
And now, hand in hand, my heart ascends,
For I found my love, where friendship never ends.

In the garden of our hearts, our love will forever bloom,
A beautiful flower, that sways to the rhythm of our love's sweet tune.
With every breath we take, our love will continue to thrive,
A love that's woven in friendship, and will forever survive.

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13/11/2024

Our friendship, Confidant and bind strong

He is the verse of my unwritten song,
The right in my world when all seems wrong,
In the mirror of his soul, I see,
A reflection of me, yet uniquely free.

He is the poem, the words I scribe,
A letter to life in an intimate diatribe,
In his soul I found my aura, my art,
A masterpiece, a pulsing heart.

For in my best ever, I see the best of me,
A bright bond with possibility,
His life is sonnet, sweet and long,
His existence, my life's most beautiful song.

A friendship that roars a bond that whispers,
A bond that glows a beautiful relation that blisters,
Hie life a testament to love's might,
My friend, my confidant, my strength, my eternal light.

©️ Somya Baranwal

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07/09/2024

कमरे की वो एक खिड़की, जहाँ से रोज़ सुबह की धूप और साँझ की बयार भीतर आती थी। जहाँ से कभी पेड़-पौधे दिखते तो कभी गहराता हुआ आकाश…कभी पूर्णिमा का चांद! सावन की बारिश, पूस की धुँध, जेठ की दुपहरियाँ… सारे मौसम उसी खिड़की के रास्ते गुज़रते थे। और मैं बस देखती रहती थी। खिड़कियों के साथ ज़्यादा वक़्त बिताने से खिड़कियाँ ही हमारी आँखें बन जाती हैं। सारा संसार खिड़की के उसपार सिमट जाता है। वो खिड़की नही जैसे हम बहनों के बातें सुनता एक तीसरा साथी रह चुका हो वो।

चित्रकारी हो या कविताएँ, घंटों तक वही ठिकाना होता था। चाय और डायरी के साथ हर रोज़ उस रंग बदलते आसमान में जाने क्या ढूँढती थी मैं…। मेघों के वे बनते-मिटते अस्तित्व जीवन की कहानियां दोहराया करते थे। ऐसा लगता था आकाश ही मेघों को जनता है और निगलता है, समय की तरह।

एक समय के बाद वो खिड़की किसी खोज का एक दरवाज़ा बन चुकी थी। खोज उन कलियों की जो वहां रह कर खिल जाया करती थी। समय का पहिया यूं ही बस चलते रहता है...पर वहाँ से आज भी सुखद भाव प्रविष्ट होता है। कितने ही सुख-दुःख की साक्षी वो खिड़की भावनाओं को मौन कराती रहती थीं। सांत्वना और साहस देती थीं… कभी मेघों को दिखाकर और कभी चंद्रमा को। कि यहाँ कुछ भी स्थायी नहीं है।

कितनी यादें आज भी उस खिड़की पर धूल की तरह जमी हुईं हैं। जो आहट सुनते ही जाग उठती हैं। पुराने दोस्तों की तरह ख़ूब बातें होती हैं। क़िस्से दोहराए जाते हैं, मन भावविभोर हो जाता है और अपनत्व व्याप्त कर लेता है।

उस खिड़की के साथ जितना समय बीता है, उतना ही समय स्वयं के साथ बीता है। क्योंकि एक उसी जगह पर स्वयं की अनुभूति होती थी। आज भी वहाँ वही सुकून है। लेकिन अब वो खिड़की मुझे अतिथि की तरह देखती है। जानती है कि कुछ दिनों में वापस चली जाऊँगी। इसलिए अब वहाँ विचार से ज्यादा दूर जाने की भावना और खोया प्यार …ज्यादा विसरित होता है...।

22/08/2024

हंसती बस्ती में एक खुशनुमा सी गली
उस गली में प्यार गुनगुनाता वो घर
चिड़ियों की चहचहाट...बच्चो का शोर
इस घर की दीवारों से झड़ता हुआ चुना
और इन दीवारों के बीच बड़ा सा आंगन
आंगन में बसी हुई...प्यार और स्नेह की वो महक
आंगन के पास बनी उस कमरे का सुकून
आज भी उस कमरे में कहीं खामोश बैठा हुआ वो शख्स
इस शख्स के सीने में कायनात से भी बड़ा दिल
सालों बाद इस शख्स के तस्वीरों में दिखती वो पुराने घर की छवि
जैसे वो अपनी कहानियां सुना रहा हो
कहानियां लोगो के साथ से अपनों के बिछड़ने की
कहानियां प्यार से तकरार तक पहुंचने की
कहानियां एक घर के तीन हिस्से होने की
कहानियां बस खुद की कहानियां कहती हुई

©️ Somya Baranwal✍🏻

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19/12/2023

Title: Lost Echoes of the Younger Me

In moments of longing, I gaze at the past,
Yearning for the young soul whose joy was vast.
Once full of life, brimming with excitement's flow,
But now, I stand here, a different self I've come to know.

What happened to the dreams that once soared high,
As life unfolded, reality seemed to defy?
The path I walk now veers far from the vision I saw,
Unable to find freedom, trapped in pain's raw.

Sometimes I want to say sorry, the way is flowing
Is not in determining as you always want
A pride girl, who always adored to take her name
As she believed she can do anything in the world is now lost
I tired, I'm not in my own world

Oh, how my younger self would be disappointed,
To witness the suffering, the tears disjointed.
In silence, I weep, judged and mistreated,
Feeling lost and adrift, my spirit depleted.

Within, a void lingers, an everlasting ache,
An emptiness persistent, refusing to break.
If my younger self could still reside within,
I'd tell her she was better, the one I'd always been.

But I've changed, transformed by life's relentless sway,
Unable to reclaim the innocence of yesterday.
The chasm between us grows, wider and deep,
As I struggle to find the self I used to keep.

How I yearn to reach out, to connect once more,
To tell her all the things I've come to explore.
But she eludes me, lost in time's cruel grasp,
Leaving me to navigate this present, this mask.

Yet, I hold onto memories, moments of bliss,
When her spirit danced freely, untainted by abyss.
Though she may be gone, a faded reflection in time,
I carry fragments of her, in this heart of mine.

So, I'll honor her, the young soul I once knew,
And find strength in the echoes, however few.
For in embracing my present, scars and all,
I'll forge a path forward, rising from the fall.

Through the pain and trials, I'll seek a new way,
Knowing the younger me lives on, in her own way.
And though I've changed, I'll hold onto the core,
For within, her spirit whispers, forevermore.

Dear Younger Self, can you please forgive me 🙃💫

13/12/2023

-- Soul of Musical Instruments --

Born of a spark of divine intervention,
Drawn from the depths of imagination.
Musical instruments bear witness to soul,
Harmonies that we from the angels stole.

The melancholy wind of a distant horn,
Echoing mystery as the world was born.
Like a secret intended to be concealed,
Like a mystery waiting to be revealed.

The lilting notes of a grand piano,
Echoing as dew drops pianissimo.
Heard in the tapping of a man blind,
Inner seeing in this world unkind.

Lyrical message of a magical flute,
Hidden in the curve of woodwind mute.
As taste on the tongue of an aged wine,
A flow of waves felt down the spine.

Taut skin of ancient primordial drums,
Invading the mind as rhythm that hums.
Beating as a heart with insistent pulse,
Dancing through the jungle as a waltz.

Let us not forget to mention the violin,
Echoing sentiments eerie as twilight wind.
Brave the music drawn from taut strings,
Evoking emotion that in the heart sings.

The strumming cords of a shapely guitar,
Echoing thru a chamber as within a star.
Gentle cadence yet filled with moonglow,
As evocative and peaceful as falling snow.

The strings reverberate notes of the harp,
Plucked as teardrops inspired by the lark.
The patter of monsoon rains on a tin roof,
The harp’s elegant stature holds itself aloof.

The French horn with a feeling oh so lonely,
Beckoning homeward with its aura homey.
The horn’s call inviting us to take our leave,
Oh how our longing takes liberty to grieve.

The sounds of organ peals in a church nave,
Breaking silence in a manner bold and brave.
Pure resonance heard in harmonious cords,
Without any need to utter careless words.

The magnificence and grandeur of fortissimos,
The sadness and splendor of grieving adagios.
A symphonic whole made of such fragments,
To merge together into a unity of resonance.

Born in sub-terranean caverns and holy wells,
Sacred music to weave a web of magical spells.
Ah, the sublime melodies pass thru human ears,
Making their way aloft toward celestial spheres.

©️ Somya Baranwal
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27/10/2023

This time I can see the moon closely

Hey Beloved Luna!
They say the purest form of love, affinity, intimacy come from you.
This time close I have the moon
I ever dreamt of,
When my world is in the swoon
I never thought my heart will beat so fast with an solitude feelings again
At my Co-work place, my grace his eyes give me an ease of peace.
But A lot of apprehension and uffs! My dilapidated heart, your innocence always get disliusion.

In the dark deep thoughts, I don't know why God has built this stupid feeling in me again
The meaning of his name connected with you, oh my poor soul!
Taken my heart so away, made an exotic companionship he does lend.

Sometimes talking and sharing with him,
give a lot of peace that I want from someone's vibe
Oh close moon I'm making a companionship with you.

I maybe becoming too much mad, but this feeling and truly genuine
After a look at him, my heart, a peaceful moment
seeks his gaze, at radiant light of nature.

But sometimes in the silent shadows of the heart, remaining hidden a gentle weaver.

©️ Somya Baranwal

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