Soumya Scribbles...

MAN: Pretence—What else is it? Dear poet, you tell me, Your fames, your glory All a sheer pretence. [And I sat numb, bewildered As the young procrastinator went on With his flurry of grievances ] MAN: You built characters after characters Sorrows, pains, love and life. Did you ever value them! On the icicle of human emotions You had built your fragile monument Wordy and worldly. Tell me Monsieur Didn’t you have the fear of Crumbling unto dust ? POET: Err…Look son… [And He was Kept shut As the silence prevailed With a quarrelling supremacy And awkward dearth of explanation. And the wise old man reddened A bit.] MAN: How do you word in a Bereaved mother’s true emotion? Or a lover’s inspiration May b even a sadist’s pessimism? How ...

An August summer night Intense sleep it was.. My pet,my loyal friend Got a dreadful death and I couldn't do anything for i was sleeping. On that wintry night I was fast asleep. And my love with all her ideologies compromised herself to someone else. I blamed myself. It turned out to be the same One by one. As fate played a hide-n-seek and alwayz caught me unaware, Helpless. Asleep. inactive. So i decided against... and insomniac i became. for i didn't want to lose anymore, I challenged my odds to even them infront of me. And coward they were just left. Weeks after weeks Months after months I sat still. I laid awake To win the battle against my weaker moments and wrong timings. But did I know Life had played smart.. In my obsession of winning against the fateful, I had gone too far where even dreams don't dare. And i finally i slept. for once and for all. Helpess. defeated. Dead. Powered by ScribeFire .

And I saw her. With rain at her footsteps and drizzle accompanying, She came. Did I feel nervous? I did. She stopped under the window and waited for the windchime to sing. Treaded by the moody wind and cool breeze It went on playing With a rhythmic continuity and an ethereal tone. I stood there. Seeing her dance watching her play with giggles,music and rain. And suddenly it happened. As she looked up to see me She ran.. Away,far away. Today is the same day. As if to recreate memories of sweet consequences Wouldn't she come! I sensed she was near and wished if i could melt. Absorbed me tickled the chime. The magic started all over again till the far away girl yearner for it to come clear and then only the autumn breeze betrayed.. Yet again... SoUmY@ Powered by ScribeFire .