Soumya Scribbles...

Virtues & Vices Beauty comes with mortality. It makes me insecure. Because one night, when I discover That it has left me alone for winter How will I answer to my desires? Questions I often wonder what is more futile? To let love fall free When you know of gravity Or To wait for it. What if the same force pulls it down? Do We... May some questions never have answers. Because, you know, I know, In some cases, we never choose the red. We avoid the black instead. ----- Life is never complex. Only the explorer remains confused. Because surety is death, Before that, there is life and Many a tripods SoUmY@ [A pure rambling. Feel free to avoid]

In front of the sea that speaks silence, You and me stand close, counting the waves and inscribing the names of ours on the wet sand. Vulnerability is something that allures one from within Isn't it ? That is why we always choose the sea instead. You wouldn't listen and I wouldn't say, So the obvious silence mixes with twilights And flies on with the wet breeze that caresses. I relive myself with the tides. They accept the inevitable at the shore, Still they rise, if for once, they can grow And never touch the ground, ever again. "Don't you know they never can ?" you say. "Then why do you wait by the sea" , I ask. With yours and mine, our scribbled names, That never were etched deep within the sand, My own optimism rushes them to futility-- Another wave and they are gone, abstruse. What you never know is its not the swells. Its me who disorients the hyphen in between. Then I let the waves to flow, On, In, Through, Over... ...So that you come and I ho...

Thousand of words like these I can write for you Which you won't ever see Which I will put to flames and inhale the blue death Was it too much to ask twice? You will talk of rough edges Point out to missing commas , fullstop. I will nod correcting my emotions At the cost of them When can you ever sense The feeling I have for you Suffocates and dies under the velvet That adorns my poesy But buries my love , ,Interrupted. SoUmY@

At times when I can't sleep , I look at the snowy hills That tells me I have a beloved On the other side , waiting. When there are no stars On a dark night sky , I paint you with waxed emotions That melts in my incoherence , abruptly! They advise me "Before you die , Cross the mountain once" When there is full moon , I wish to. How can I tell them , A dream is a dream and only a dream. To find it is to lose , To let you be is to love. SoUmY@

I don't dread your knives Or your strengths , Because your claws are too cowardice To be shown except between us . The pool of blood You can spill With one stroke of yours Is the one I would have anyway , And have been till now , Under the skin. You never were akin to My veins to see that , Were you? ........ Labelled with relations That can convey higher multitudes, Some creations confuse The creators , don't they? If I tell you this story is of Blood and poisons , Of serpents and avenges would you be careful to consider A man and a woman ? Or A poet and the pen ? Or The creator and His Frankenstein? Can words mislead you to Multitudes of nowheres? So how do we trust them then! SoUmY@