Soumya Scribbles...

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.

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.