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Watermark

There is something very selfish about dreams.
Remembrance is a trespasser.
And still, every night
I dream of you, you of one and one of many.
We circle, forget and again indulge.

Futility has an attraction of its own.

Watermarks!
A life that we live but we wish.
A truth we see but what we believe.
A dream that is awake and another that is asleep.

Light is bent for everything
that happens with our without us.

I wish I will touch the Sun on the horizon,someday.
Can emotions be that cold ever?
Never if they are alive.
If...

In between life and death, I count dreams.
and cross tress with white chalks
So that in the morning I can just walk upto that
and believe what we don't wish to.

We are taught
I can only strive for a wish.
They should always be like tomorrows and yesterdays.
Between them we are, we live, and nomore.

I believe, I will meet me one night
To forget how to remember.
And see how the faded watermarks
learn to die and to live..

...yet another dream.

SoUmY@

Comments

Usha Pisharody said…
I believe, I will meet me one night
To forget how to remember.
And see how the faded watermarks
learn to die and to live..

Only you could leave a watermark such as this, Soumya. Eclectically and absolutely your touch in words, that weave themselves, unfadingly (is there such a word????) into a verse, all all, but all yours.

Glad to be writing a note finally, on a space, for a poet philosopher I have missed, sorely.

God bless!
December 15, 2009 9:06 AM
Cinderella said…
I second your friend Soumya, only you can make a watermark as this!

Wonderful!
December 15, 2009 11:21 AM
Sashu... said…
ah! soumyaaaa!!! only u can do this!! i juz lovedddd it!!!
December 18, 2009 3:29 AM
Soumya said…
Thanks a lot ma'am! Its such a pleasure and honour to have you here in my blog. :) And it goes without saying that I have missed you too dearly too. At last :)

I have watermarked this moment.

Pall, your presence is gracious enough. Thanks for that comment.

Sashz, yeeeeeeee.. So good to have you here lady! I am flattered :D
January 05, 2010 7:49 PM
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