Soumya Scribbles...

It was an autumn afternoon When we had flown the last kite, Abandoning it at the sky watching the orphaned paper-stick Going away ,far, Somewhere we couldn't see As he had too , for all these years. At this stage of life Where the mind is restless for those lost pictures, the blurry images Were suddenly fresh with his arrival. - Long time , no ? -- Really .Seemed ages. Breathlessly we talked of Memories we knew of us , we had of our own Like kids savouring Their bits of the afternoons. Some moments are Undated! As we walked towards our Youthful reminiscence , Never knew how Space and time abided by emotions. - Look , that kite ! -- So what ? - Should we,now ? -- Who else is watching ? - Do you care? -- -(giggles) And we ran. Silently in unison , For you , A thousand times over! SoUmY@ [For all the friends I have , A true flight it has been for me ,because of you all]

In a perpetual circle of complex vicinity, I stand aloof and wondrous, perplexed with the questions that are too rough to be asked , Too smooth to beget. The mind masturbates With an overpowering lust , follows passion and at last a guilt to take nothing for tomorrow but the night and we find an escapade in sleep. Do we actually? We know we could rebel against things that We don't wish for , But never did , because to us , sins are worth waiting for. As even the snakes meet To climb up the passion of each other , Knowing never that they need an axis to do so , Our spinal chords helplessly await Their turns , but to be defied of limited hopes . I watch the jelly fishes glow on the sea shore , alluring . A life so short lived couldn't have offered more divine a sight while praying for the wave to be intrinsic ; For ever To take it home. SoUmY@

When we sit with each other In assurance , the candle lights up Uncertainty ,but in vain. I see you , a bit. you talk to me , a lot. And we cherish ,both. The flame dances beyond our Shadows ,ever so curious To reach there ,but . We keep things vague ,as if bearing the impotence of that candle to Reach afar. Aren't we the same Even after so many candle-lits? Emotions are more Like this wax . It melts within and burns, Then freezes, -- Disoriented , Misplaced, But still there , Until another match flickers. We await , Not knowing whether to fall prey Or to let it die . SoUmY@