Soumya Scribbles...

Noise For a thousand words that floated like bubble between us, Only few have burst into wet emotions. Perhaps the others were too shy. In that cosmos of togetherness words that haven't touched us have nudged each other, played in circle. And we have wondered if noise is what can't be deciphered or won't. Silence Silence is us When thoughts are symbiotic. In between, there is a glass that lets our eyes read each other, not in full. Opacity is pride sometimes. And then, Ideologies have faced mortality Through curious moments. We have been individually two When silence became a predator. --- Just then, it dawned. Silence and noise are twins. We, the conscious, have conspired and failed. SoUmY@

I wish to gift you but one rose. The color parched in red still drips the same, from me. Indifferent we have been to the sea and so has been our coming and going and going and coming onto each other ; waves. For I know how we have savoured a kiss, A starved touch that has distancelessly etched into the warmth of fire and poured on some mature ashes. If I really write the saddest lines tonight I wonder if the glorious moon will soothe any less, the gentle sea will unlook shallow. I am lost and I don't want to sleep but dream. In a bright daylight where sunflowers bloom I will gift you an irrelevant book; you look ethereal when your eyes art surprise. I will sketch you in trembling hands and tear it apart because the joy is mine and I am selfish to share with you. If you promise me a touch, I shall keep the moment It has the scent of your skin, forever as a hope. SoUmY@