Soumya Scribbles...

The tender memories have long been terrified and quiet under your harsher overtones. Smiles and giggles have hid under our pillows that has designer covers with many a sobs of mine carefully washed. Artificial smiles, socialites' parties, a theatrical performance each day, happy photographs, innocent make ups - All of them I have obeyed- dutifully, gracefully, being yours, your own. And I have seen life change in the eyes of a pessimistic kaleidoscope that never had a coloured glass inside. At night, you crawl No, NO, you happily trespass on to the soul you legally claim and never realize a void that exists between You and me. As the darkest of empathies coil up within me on some nights, That same vacuum takes shape of a Unborn child that I have so dearly wished and you have denied, on timeless times. Oh, you have taught me to hate myself. So tonight, before you think you can choke me to death, I don't want to read aloud Yet another average verse that bleeds and cares not ... ....

And I still have the petals parched inside the pages that had the scent of your skin. It dies each day, so do I... ...from memories to dust. Tonight I gift you what love had alloyed but failed. An iron-y of us. SoUmY@

I have played with life. Whimsically I found it shaped sometimes squared, a bit spherical, is it? Oh no, you see an undefined orbit. On that squarish route, My life has been squeezed to insignificant volumes. Fame, success, caustic lights- They allure me in different domains. I wonder if there is too much of me in my words or so much of I. An I for an I - the world revolves around an ellipse. Sometimes too close to life and too far when you wish... In this pattern which follows disorientation, Comes the knowledge, hence the realization and awaits a human in their shadows, Owning them. Life, as it is, wouldn't have ever been the same if there were definitions of you and me. So I say, must you agree (?) we make rooms square To embrace surety. ...the Earth is round! SoUmY@

Tonight Let's meet in our dreams. Let's hold hands gently Your palm into mine, delicately ours. We will traverse the mountains over the clouds that pour in with fertile rains. We will walk past the night till we see the first rays of a crimson Sun. Purity - oh, how I have longed for you! Let me recount those empty spaces before and after __ us __. I will recite them today, audibly. We will cross the waves once. On the sea shore where our memories lie embraced, I will take fistful of sands And never let it out, as if you are there, inside, Fragmented in completion. You can talk about a life lost I will dream within a dream. Imperfect be our poetry We can still rhyme in the realm. Let's not keep our old eyes open dear. I have heard, tonight we will love each other anew, in our dreams. SoUmY@