Soumya Scribbles...

One black coffee and I made love to her. Wasn't it the most obvious thing? Leave apart the morbid thoughts, Those unscrupulous questions. She was married and more importantly to someone else. So how could I? That was a rainy dark night. Chatting over a cup of coffee Didnt know when the sugar cubes melted. As it was fuming we waited for it to calm down It didn't. Should we have waited? Perhaps yes..may be. but it was strong enough. Caffeine took us over As we indulged into the sip then one more and then till the end. Must i ask you Mr. Can you control your emotion err passion at that time? Or is it unruly of me to ask about the naked truth In the so called DIGNIFIED poets' world? So Why am I being accused? DO i have to cope up to the hipocricy of the society and bury my feelings ! I WILL NOT. Accuse me if you want Loathe me if you wish. But i ask you now Hadn't you offered the lady one black coffee if you were me..??!! [P.S.-Characters,Ideas and Events purely fictitious ...

Random thoughts Waving back and forth like an uncanny turmoil.. I start off a new day I rise. I speak. I walk. and I work. My mind does accordingly. I wander. And i wonder too. As my emotions nurture Where my motion had left.. Little do i show outside Little can i conceal inside. Its pure. Its absolute. Its clear. And its not idle Anytime. I rest my body. I rest my soul. My thoughts roam around. Endless seas of emotions and lands of events. As they delve deep and rise at the surface... A definiteness which I'm proud of and sometimes I despise of. I wait for it to slow down It doesn't I know it will not. I have to live with this. Everyone does I suppose. I realise I am a thinker first A poet later. SoUmY@