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Honored by Usha Ma'am & Rukhiya

Loving Neverland

>> Mar 29, 2008

Then we fought again.
the other day.
You for your idealism
Me for mine.
And inside these yours and mine
We died.
Pretentiously
Our lives held on to a wire
That we knew
Would eventually cut
Both ways.


But again,
We had started loving Red
By then.


SoUmY@


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For ever

>> Mar 25, 2008

We pretend
And assure ourselves
Of our immediate present
as a foregone past.

Acidifying our senses,
Our emotions and our reactions,
Should I believe
We aren't together anymore ?


Still we act so natural.
But do we ?
Actually?

In our stackfull of memories
We see each other,
Feel each other,
Understand &
Reciprocate
But still choose to believe
there exists nothing,
Anymore,
After that mutually dreadful day.

So
I want to ask you just once,
Then why do you
breathe a silent sigh
Whenever I say
"good bye..." !!


To meet and act as strangers
Is so easy for our nerves
That we just forget
Its not that so to
Depart as lovers.
Some questions are self-explaining.
If not,
Then I will take
that sigh for an assurance...
Anyday
With you around.
Relation unnamed.


SoUmY@


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Isn't it so ?..

>> Mar 24, 2008


Breathlessly I
Stand my ground

And

like dreams hushed up
YoU DaNcE
A
.n
..d

I catch myself in the same tune.
(A reverie that
Seals us into{one},

SUMmation of sentiments
+++
++
+
Deep feelings,
Abundance in joy
All tending &
Merging
& fulfilling its tangibility
Into That special
One,

When every day is a FULL moon ()
Every moment is so special..

And when confession is so obvious
THAT you almost forget
To say what...
And what not...

In that moment
none of us ARGUE
Why should we
Fill and refill exact words,
when We realize
you and I are just

A
R O
L!o!v!e!
U N
D






SoUmY@

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Unjust..

>> Mar 18, 2008

Its so easy to say
Life is like that.
A breath of fresh air
And a mindful of dreams
Nourished,
Nurtured.
Expectations.

But
Under scrutinies,
Cautious eyes
& social obligations,it
Kills the essence of spontaneity.


Still we love,
With idealism
Romancing with honesty
And a pure heart.
Soon realizing
It isn't happily conclusive always.

False attires,
Diminished hopes
Sweet poison,everyday.
Kills you ,doesn't it ?


But in this
Earthy catchfire
And a lachrymal outcry
Something remains.
Though being apart
We feel the reassurance of
Sharing the same sky
& the same stars.

May be in the sweet nothings
A piece of gold?
Charming,Inspiring...


Between the two hearts,
Unclaimed,
Unhindered
& shyly
The fluid just
soothes the inferno
Of a non committal relation..

The solute,that is,
Just is
Feeling together
Being in magic!


SoUmY@


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Memorabilia

>> Mar 17, 2008


You still have those things,
The gifts i sent,
The letters I wrote
&
The poems I had dedicated.
The ice cream cups,
the chocolate wafers.
&
All the sweet nothings.

People call me insensitive.
May be a paranoia.
'Cause I don't have those
Which you have of me.
How would i tell you
and why should I tell them,

That
Only a blink of an eye
Was enough for me
To relive those days.

Can't you see
I had you &
I have you ,
the whole of Us
As my memorabilia.


SoUmY@


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Limitless...

>> Mar 16, 2008

I will be burning again
In your desire,
In the passion of the
Unblemished flame.
And if not the lesion
ignites one more scarface
I will alone usher in the paradise
for Us,for love.
"Hurt me
Burn me ..."
Will scream my soul.
I want to rekindle from the ashes
Of your memories
Where You burnt me in thy passion
And I loved thee in salvation...


SoUmY@


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Getting Enlightened...

>> Mar 15, 2008

he stumbles across
the streets
And murmurs the
deepest agony .
I can feel it.
Isn't he the poet we knew,
We admired?
Is he a past now...
forgotten between the pages
And the words of the caricatures ...

So I went up to him.
And offered him a helping hand.
If ,at all,he holds on to them
and the words bloom
Like the yester days.

But it was not to be.
he crawled up his way,
Himself.
And seeing my eager face
Realized my greed
And he agreed.

On a torn paper
With a pen that didn't seem
To be mightier than a sword
at all.
He wrote
----
"Your life has a deeper poetry
Than my pen can ever offer."

And i stood amazed.
His seemingly impotence
was the highest enlightened bit
Called Life.



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Reality...

>> Mar 14, 2008

Sometimes we
Hold each other in
Love's embrace
And a softness radiates
Inside me for you
That transforms the glow
In your face.
And i can read between
Your eyes.
If you say the truth
Or the lie,fewer times?

For each day you dedicate me a rose
Calling me better
But I can sense
When it is a pretence
And when it is just Me.

Inside you
I reside.
So
When you say you love me ..
And you mean it,
I gasp..
Cause it makes things
So much harder for the times
When you don't.

SoUmY@


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Hallucination

I scribble past
The words
Just to realise
There is this endless space
waiting for your pen
To write on
But
You are the one
Who is
Running ahead of it..
Or
May be
Falling behind ??

SoUmY@


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Memories Remain...

>> Mar 13, 2008

How well can you
Conceal the fact
that The poet
Lived,
Wrote,
& Left.
And still the best poetry
Took birth
When he wasn't here
Amongst us,
But Inside.
With the ink
Called remembrance.
***
**
*
(...the mortal speaks...)
And I had considered
Presence is such a bliss
Never knew
Absence as the vaporising agony.


SoUmY@


[This is a special tribute to all those poets of Ah,poetry who have left for some reasons.That include Latha mam,Sunita mam,Gopal,Manan,Sashu et al ]

Please pardon my memory if I have missed someone very dear.AP will always miss you no matter what Soumya scribbles in incoherence & will be hopeful if ,someday,they just come back..


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Ephemeral Epitaph


We write
& rewrite
A renewed verse.
Some lines scribbled
Some scratched..,
An undiluted form of art,--
Crude,fresh
Innocently revealing.

Then we hide ,
From here and
From there.
Words invoked,
Expressions discharged.
And we guard ourselves
beneath the poetry.
Parchments pile up
One ,
two,
many.

We hide beneath
the hidden meanings.
And one day
it suffocates...
Is there any place to resurface?
We gasp under the falsehood.

And a paper buries us yet again
Silent,blank,--
Speaking the truth for Us.
What we couldn't
But did our Ephemeral Epitaph.



SoUmY@


[P.S.--This seemingly unrealistic thought process has a special note of thanks to give to Rukhiya for her warm and sensuous touch on this subject and for enlightening me with them]

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Insoluble

>> Mar 11, 2008

Hush!
Do not tell me yet
The words I want to hear.
Let the magic remain.
Let it linger between
The expected & the obvious.
And when I go wild,
Love me.
Your eyes for my assurance.
Your silence for my certainty.
If I ever ask
"How do you keep things vague"
Give me a kiss.
The buoyant feeling
Would replete itself
With the ethereal nectar.
....
...
..
.
And a bubble bursts!


SoUmY@


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Being Perforated...


Drenched in rain
I saw words oozing out
Of my breath,
My blood
And i felt empty.
As the last word went out
In discomforting disdain ,
I realized
A poet's soul salvages
Just when he can live
Without words
for Silence.

My perforated soul
embraced the much awaited
Vacuum.


SoUmY@

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On a more mundane note..

>> Mar 10, 2008

...And you sit motionless
Your grip tightens on my hand
Your face expressionless,
Still voices grief,
anger
&
helplessness.

Me?
I look down
With my inabilities
to hold on to you.

And wait for a moment
When you would
B
...U
.R
....S
.T

out..

The moment never comes.
(Silence.....) prevails
And I walk away,
Awaiting endless moments
And answering uncountable silent questions.
Which you could have asked out L.O.U.D.
Which you could have reacted on
Retaliated on.

You kept (....numb)

I wondered.
If only you could have been
A bit more humane
And a bit more
Immature.

I would have loved the pain
Than being denied from it.


SoUmY@




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Off Spring..

>> Mar 7, 2008

FIRST LIGHT

A baby is born
What is so unnatural?
Millions do.
But look, the baby
holds onto his mother
And those twenty six flowers
Brought for him
from nowhere.

A POET GROWS


He never had trouble
With words
Unlike making friends
Unlike in the field.
Unlike losing virginity
And he found his strength
In expressing himself.
So he chuckled.

THE POET LOVES

HE didnt know
Whom he had to love
But he loved her.
That brown eyed girl.
And he realized his poems fast
and with sense and feel.
he realised this is love.
So his silent gestures &
lovable metaphors
agreed on sweet consequences.
And they walked in rain
and made love
Thereafter.
,
;
.
Then there was that
Blue eyed girl.
Along came poems.
He got confused.
But felt enriched.
It was his 'poetic liberty'.
He reassured.

THE POET MATURES

The poet matured.
So he thought
And he became popular.
He went certain
As he could bring in fresh leaves
From autumn trees.
As he couldn't 'teach' poetry
And as he got applauded
Every time he recited.
He enslaved words
Instead of entrusting them
And they danced to his tune.


THE POET FUMBLES


One day
The words eloped
They just betrayed the
Schizophrenic mind
And stood aloof.
He is worthless--shouted some.
I am wordless--the poet retaliated.
But no one could read the poetry
In his face.
The poet crumbled.

THE POET DIES

And the poet died
A pretty normal death.
Unceremoniously
Unknowingly.
No one knew because
No one cared.
A poet without words
was indeed very average.
But a young bard came up
And wrote on his epitaph,
"Dear sir,
You remain.
In us
Through them (words)
Forever"

And the spring prevailed.
...
..
.
Call it a poetry
for it is a poet's story.




SoUmY@

[This seemingly meaningless and endless
scribbling is inspired from 'Life is Elsewhere' by Milan
Kundera..Thanks for taking the pain and going through it.]




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Dream on...


An absolute pause
Awaits the moment.
Where I can laugh
I can cry,
I can surrender and
Reign over me.


MORALE
: Life is strange.
We know the obvious
Still we ask for assurance.
Self-satisfaction,
Is it?


I stand quiet.
Almost breathless
Expecting your whisper
That will fill the heart.
My eyes are closed.
Vision is such a certainty
I don't need it right now.


MORALE : But it never came.
Look through the rain
Why don't you accept reality?
Does it hurt too much?
Still love ponders on
Nothing..


I get soaked in rain
I drench in realization
Beyond that mist of sustenance
There is no one standing.
And I see my emotions
Diluting
Yet again.
As I await
The next rain.

MORALE
: Love remains.
If not between you and me
If not as a visible bond
But in the pure daylight,
In the emotional rain,
In the vibrant nature
And in You.


....

The morale dies.
But the girl remains.
Reassuring herself
If ever
For a moment
Wonder strikes
And he utters
Ssssh..........
...............Love only.

Dream on.


SoUmY@

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Mutual Death

I gasp...
A bit of a breather..,
And I look out of the window.
Is it a dark moon night??
I wait for sanity
But only grimace sustains..
A sense of cruelty hovers around
Devaluing my conscience.
No pity,
No mercy.
I get down.
I don't want to be the hunted.
So I slit my wrist.
In the lost city of humanity
I sit victorious
Waiting to ooze the venom
Out of me.
And I die.
So as to live in purity.
Impunity I claim.


SoUmY@

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