Sur-Prizes!

Sur-Prizes!
Honored by Usha Ma'am & Rukhiya

Midnight Bath

>> Aug 9, 2015

Bricks and mortars aside,
Our separate doors
And combined windows
Apart,

Can I talk to you tonight?

Can we bring two shovels
And dig through our floors,

D
.I
...G

deep?

Till we find the river
We once shared between us.

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Brick by Brick

We met at a rainpark.
What is it anyway?
We could have met in the middle of a desert,
a fountain, a mountain,
a monument maybe.

We met and it did not rain that day.
Did it matter?
Seasons passed by us
And beheld the same old me,
but the flavour of you in six.

Today,
Namelessly as we scratch our names
on the shores,
I realize what I am thankful for.

When I was building our castle from mediocrity,
You stayed.

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Untitled

>> May 27, 2015

I will trade my dreams with you.
The way you fly high
and dive deep,
the moment you catch your breath
and let go of, the next.
The sunsets you soak in
and the nights you lie (to yourself).

I will trade my dreams with you.
The way I wait for you
and wait I do.


-- Soumya

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Sabbatical

>> Mar 1, 2015

It's been pragmatic for long.
The cobwebs and the dusts
have made their fragile colony.

The first letter is always special.
Sabbatical has ended after countless summers.
Shaky hand holds the pen,
writes and strikes.
Cigarettes burn. Wasted smokes dance
around dim lit lights.

White papers are to poets,
what love is to a tree.
It secretly wishes,
someday it would bend its arms and hold
the one she loves.
It would confess for forgotten springs.
But winters come and wrinkled papers stack.

Night trespasses and leaves.
The dawn comes,
What was the yield?

A poet wrote about how poets fall.





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The Hungry Tide

Inspirations Continue...

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