Soumya Scribbles...

Put out the light. I am blind,blind to the world. Sunrise and sunset the words are only different. I dont know what colours are. i even wonder what black is. I see vacuum,I see blank- actually,i see...nothing. May be I am blessed. I dont see people cry. I don't see them die. Ican't see innocents getting molested. Rape a girl and i can't see that too. They are all events,described ones. Let them be like that,I pray. I am blessed. but i have felt how love fail I know how relationship goes fake even can i realise how friends betray. I am blind,so be it. You are not,I beg u Put on the light.

Turn me down not for I will be there all the time Waiting for you,for that one fine moment. When you will look around Your eyes,searching a trace of my heart. Turn me down not for i will be there when you're alone. Alone,with a pleading mind. ressurected from the thrash of a heartbreak. You will ask for something,only to realise I'm standing with more than myself to give to u. Turn me down not when i wl b there at ur doorstep. willing to show you the night sky. where thousands of stars will lit our footsteps. and none of us would say a word. Turn me down not for i will hold ur hand one day. My feet will protest and my heart will race My lips can get stuck still i would manage "Can we.....??" Please turn me down not then.

It is raining the whole day. The boy,standing beside da window A vacant look,pale face of his. I dont dare to xplore his mind. His best friend has died last nite. I shivered. Why does lyf become so rude to us! Best friend,-part of our soul. I could see my good old dayz. The togetherness we enjoyed, the times we had let off,unnoticed. feelings we shared... unuttered words,unspoken dreams-- We didn't ever had to share verbally. In dose good times HE was there with others..enjoying,smiling In my bad times He was there,alone,still trying to smile. His presence gave me confidence Mine gave him warmth. How is it lose such a friend! I looked up,straight to the boy's face. Tears were coming down from eyes. Raindrops,tear--they all were mixing up. I held a paper high above my head. Nature's sympathy and heart's latency soaked up. A piece of imagination was wriiten wid invisible ink. A poem of love,life and dreams-all lost forever. I started walking down da road Behind rain and e...

I remember the days drenched in sweat and mud i used to scream "mother,I am home." those were the moments; innocent screams,however louder they were had an intimacy of their own. I stil remember the days jostling and fighting in da field we used to behave like enemies those were the moments childish pranks,however violent were they had a softness of their own. My memory still flashes wid dose when it was the first spring, i fell in luv,i really did those were the moments true love,however immaturish it was had a purity of its own. today,i stand over money summed up. today,i ask for watever i want to. today,i buy fame and glory wid time. still when i am alone, i remember those days. i tried and i failed; i realised money can't buy true love that i lost. I wanted but i learnt today money brought wid it loneliness i asked unwantedly. Today i am alone. i try to recall my childhood dose innocent dream,dose natural sentiments... i know not when did i cry last but i feel like t...

DIS IS NOT WRITTEN BY ME FULLY..so credit goes to tania mukherjee too ....still i wld like to share dis poem in my blog as i hv written last half... an autumn boulevard lined with golden trees- from where golden leaves fall, the blue,cotton streaked sky,a naughty breeze; i walk till i encounter a wall. on the wall sits an apostle- an apostle of friendship,warmth,love- amidst the busyness of the world;the hustle n bustle- manifestation of serenity,peaceful as a dove. i stand beneath nature's warmth,da mother's arm where tenderness embraces heart and soul. every prayer is answered wid a softness of its own And da almighty looks after as nothing goes foul. the golden leaves wave a new meaning as i walk along the wall that is there wealth comes up wid a definition in my mind as feelings share and emotions care. A realisation dawns upon as i grow expectant and set my mundane desires run free I kneel down wid my eyes sobbed and ashamed gradually surrender my greedy heart to Thee.

It feels like heaven isn't it.I asked my friend. From da garbage of concrete to come to a village. We were on our way along a ground. As far as the eyes can run,dere is nthng xcpt da ground the flies,the dew drops,the grass ask our whereabouts. I feel dey r whispering. After a lot of dayz it was back to childhood wid my friend i ran towards the unknown through the ground we ran,we stopped,we gasped for fresh air.we breathed... then again ran,ran harder. it was not any cat n mice run in whc we r often indulged in it was to feel the divinity,to surrender myslf to da freshness of nature. suddenly one or two drops...and den rain came pouring in. life cant b sweeter...we pushed ourself harder.. we got sobbbed..we got drenched after so many dayz for da 1st time i realised how to love life exploring da ground was an excuse may b we were to explore our innerself.. 30 years of hardcore reality couldnt do it but 1 hour of nature's intimacy saw our soul through. salvation wat else i smile...

The path of life has so many turns. In any of the turns success allures u. some other way failure frightens. You get provoked by desires. love nurtures our emotions. feelings creep up with all its curiosity maturity broadenes the point of view. At the end of it when all expressions go fake friendship awaits my life at the ultimate corner. defining a friend seems like the toughest job still words pile up wid restless intimacy. mind listens to it with an eagerness of its own as expressions dominate sentiments and rationality. A friend with so innocent heart yet so matured thinking A girl with such a precious smile and amateurish thoughts I never ever had expected life to find thou heart Never knew dat friendship will unfold such a lane where wid all her maturity yet childishness with emotions cared and feelings shared this gal would b waiting like a true friend.