Soumya Scribbles...

Do I owe life something For that day, Cladded in rain me watched You dance and smelt the air, As if an elixir enthused nature. Your subtle nod was enough to catch me into shivers and engage me in the moment of reckoning. A kiss hung in the air, And it was so obvious for us That we didnt realise Untill they met. As I held you In pride of togetherness and in the oath of love, the moment,the rain and the horizon all melted into us, and we into each other. SoUmY@ If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have. Sir James M. Barrie Powered by ScribeFire .

Hallucination And I thought love actually exists, Untill I saw the paranoia Cripping up to the face of trust Breaching the sensual history ,then and there. Perplexed The young poet tried to renew An old verse of simple feelings And got caught amidst nothingness That seemed too meaningful,by then. Disabled Paraplegic he became When his beliefs and ideologies Proved scathed and unworthy In the world of so called normal beings. Metaphor To enlighten himself with that extra bit He actually bridged the gap of Simplicity and assumptions To let his thoughts run freely,anywhere. SoUmY@ some random scribblings...Though Quatrains are actually four lined poems with rhymes,I have not maintained that part.Please do consider my ammateurish concept. Powered by ScribeFire .

A Mermaid A leaf luscious green To empower nature. To beautify. Vivacious, Always exuberant at the slightest breeze. Expectant of the spring to be more youthful. And a promise, Not to let autumn claim her feebly! Then Marriage Marriage, A bond--So strong. Elastic--Unforceful,Spontaneous. Two palms spread--Two on them. Assurance--Reassurance. Words uttered--comforting silence. To live, To care, To share--Together. A promise for being forever--to each other. Till death And perhaps beyond. Comes Motherhood Motherly! A touch, A feel to the womb. Inexplicable,heavenly. And the baby is born. To grow up with him For him. To ensure, To enact As a guide,as a friend, And as a Mother. Then when death comes, Live inside His,always. SoUmY@ ******* A triplet to the Women.Just an honest and spontaneous effort.Dont know how it will go. ******* Be to her virtues very kind, Be to her faults a little blind. ~Matthew Prior Powered by ScribeFire .

Why do pains creep up Time and time again? When my ever so convinced mind tells me to leave those mundane thoughts, I am proved wrong, As life moves on With careless indifference. And I laugh, I smile, I cry and I feel the pain. Pathos dont travel time. Old,new--they hurt the same. As the intensity dies down I assure myself in The deepest corner of their hide-outs. Untill one day they bare me With the sharp claws and the glittering knives. And i stand amazed and assured They would not come back again. In the Lifeful of happiness and the glycerine of hopes I actually wait for the Pain to resurface and Pathos to recycle. Then I wish One day, I would make it Acyclic . SoUmY@ Powered by ScribeFire .

That evening I was taking classes With my usual red badge Pinned to my conscience. Red badge,Red vision Red hopes-- To which I am ever so Committed ! Hole-heartedly!! And I asked my fellow students "Give me the antonyms please" -"War" --"Peace" -"Love" --"Hate" -"Democracy" --"Nandigram" I rose up. And this followed -"heaven" --"Nandigram" I grew restless -"Safe" --"Nandigram! Sir" My red blood boiled up. I got red In anger In desperation. I screamed, "Silence ...Silence please" A student rose up "If only we could realise it A bit earlier Sir" I sat bewildered As my blood oozed out Blue in colour. SoUmY@ ------ [Sorry had to come up with a strange one..In west bengal its a terrible situation..We really can not sit back and watch the death of democracy and I am quite ashamed to proclaim that. I am not politicially biased..But even being apolitical I protest...

One year back It was for the first time. You questioned me of My commitment. I brought you proofs to deny you and save 'us'. What you didnt know was I had to fight a fever the night after. One month back You accused me of My loyality. And I again searched for proofs To show the truth and save 'us'. What you didnt know was I failed in an exam the day after Among your millions of allegations Against me And my will to hold on to 'us' I realised I had become a proof sheet. So, When one day back, You loathed me for My inabilities I ran for nothing, What you didnt know was We were never together. I denied you to save 'Me and my love'. - - - - “We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy” Walter Anderson SoUmY@ Powered by ScribeFire .

I was that madman Running through the desert And you brought me An Oasis. I was that jittery soul Drenched,soaked,shivered for a touch of compassion And you brought me Shelter of Love. I remember me being ill And you nursed me, took care of me You brought me into-- Life. I remember you crying Watching Notting Hill... And I learned to stretch My hand of assurance. As you smiled With eyes filled up. Know not why you had to Live so short, Leave so early. But honey I don't miss you. I am not mad I dont feel jittery I dont foresee pain. Because Whenever I breathe touch and feel I find, Me in you You in me Love and Us. SoUmY@ [Had to come up with a college boyish one..Was engorssed under Spirrituality for long! hehe] Powered by ScribeFire .

Why is it so That some emotions blur away with time. And why don't some? May be amongst the Millions of inequalities In life, Called life, We change with a permanancy. That is why our hope floats and sinks Our emotions rise and falter and our feelings grow -- Forever. Is this why yesterdays and tomorrows remain intangible? As we breathe Today! SoUmY@ Powered by ScribeFire .

And There She was. While the whole world Was watching and worshipping and praying for their bit of sanity, for the success rekindling the old passion rejoicing the good memories... before the Devi, Durga, she was On the other side, Feeding her baby On the footpath, Where Under the blazing rays of hallogen a deep shade of poverty overcast the scene. Out She came, From the pandal Where thousands wished and prayed and hoped that She was here only. And She,with all her Power and Kindness Killed the Mahisashur Within us Who mocked her for her poverty Who eyed on her uncovered places and who wanted to throw her out She saw them all and gave the poor soul -strength. We prayed and prayed without knowing the Monster within Mocked and Eyed and Laughed. For She had killed the greedy us even before our wishes were born! [In hindu mythology The goddess Durga killed the monster Mahisashur in order to bring in peace,calm and love to this world. So this is a real take on festivals we actually overlook...

Would you be so partial As in to claim your own life in fear of being perpetual ? Would you be so selfish So as to keep life insoluble Being a solvent yourself? Would you call it an impunity As your feelings and optimism Show us an image grotesque? Wouldn't sharing what you have Mean more than What you can hide !! And again, How can you ? History, With its poignant tale of grievance would illuminate your bare weaknesses. So before this pinion of Your rebirth leads to nemesis, Let the reincarnation usher in A harmonious and kind Adonis Who will not let The Sculptor To rob him off the manhood in hope of a new begining a new life and to come back again. Let us not kill the Adonis inside Let us teach Him to live for all. SoUmY@ ADONIS: I hate this part but I feel in this case i should enlighten readers a bit.Adonis is a well known character from Greek mythology in which from the birth till the very end he had been a controversial character and his name always attached to love lust ...

I know not when The waves rushed in To wet my feet; And the sand grains orphaned again, Chose obscurity Instead. I looked up And it was full moon. I sat speechless As words felt to Voice their part..., And i chose sea to roar Instead. Amidst Millions of emotions Evolving with my moist past Tears had come up to flood my eye, But I chose not to shed them Instead. If I had been a man to live upto... If I had been a person to face the mirror... If I was honest to my emotions... Questions came Bemused,expectant And answers waited To an excuse to escape. But i chose silence For it was to come another day And I chose Life Instead. SoUmY@ Powered by ScribeFire .

MAN: Pretence—What else is it? Dear poet, you tell me, Your fames, your glory All a sheer pretence. [And I sat numb, bewildered As the young procrastinator went on With his flurry of grievances ] MAN: You built characters after characters Sorrows, pains, love and life. Did you ever value them! On the icicle of human emotions You had built your fragile monument Wordy and worldly. Tell me Monsieur Didn’t you have the fear of Crumbling unto dust ? POET: Err…Look son… [And He was Kept shut As the silence prevailed With a quarrelling supremacy And awkward dearth of explanation. And the wise old man reddened A bit.] MAN: How do you word in a Bereaved mother’s true emotion? Or a lover’s inspiration May b even a sadist’s pessimism? How ...

An August summer night Intense sleep it was.. My pet,my loyal friend Got a dreadful death and I couldn't do anything for i was sleeping. On that wintry night I was fast asleep. And my love with all her ideologies compromised herself to someone else. I blamed myself. It turned out to be the same One by one. As fate played a hide-n-seek and alwayz caught me unaware, Helpless. Asleep. inactive. So i decided against... and insomniac i became. for i didn't want to lose anymore, I challenged my odds to even them infront of me. And coward they were just left. Weeks after weeks Months after months I sat still. I laid awake To win the battle against my weaker moments and wrong timings. But did I know Life had played smart.. In my obsession of winning against the fateful, I had gone too far where even dreams don't dare. And i finally i slept. for once and for all. Helpess. defeated. Dead. Powered by ScribeFire .

And I saw her. With rain at her footsteps and drizzle accompanying, She came. Did I feel nervous? I did. She stopped under the window and waited for the windchime to sing. Treaded by the moody wind and cool breeze It went on playing With a rhythmic continuity and an ethereal tone. I stood there. Seeing her dance watching her play with giggles,music and rain. And suddenly it happened. As she looked up to see me She ran.. Away,far away. Today is the same day. As if to recreate memories of sweet consequences Wouldn't she come! I sensed she was near and wished if i could melt. Absorbed me tickled the chime. The magic started all over again till the far away girl yearner for it to come clear and then only the autumn breeze betrayed.. Yet again... SoUmY@ Powered by ScribeFire .

One black coffee and I made love to her. Wasn't it the most obvious thing? Leave apart the morbid thoughts, Those unscrupulous questions. She was married and more importantly to someone else. So how could I? That was a rainy dark night. Chatting over a cup of coffee Didnt know when the sugar cubes melted. As it was fuming we waited for it to calm down It didn't. Should we have waited? Perhaps yes..may be. but it was strong enough. Caffeine took us over As we indulged into the sip then one more and then till the end. Must i ask you Mr. Can you control your emotion err passion at that time? Or is it unruly of me to ask about the naked truth In the so called DIGNIFIED poets' world? So Why am I being accused? DO i have to cope up to the hipocricy of the society and bury my feelings ! I WILL NOT. Accuse me if you want Loathe me if you wish. But i ask you now Hadn't you offered the lady one black coffee if you were me..??!! [P.S.-Characters,Ideas and Events purely fictitious ...

Random thoughts Waving back and forth like an uncanny turmoil.. I start off a new day I rise. I speak. I walk. and I work. My mind does accordingly. I wander. And i wonder too. As my emotions nurture Where my motion had left.. Little do i show outside Little can i conceal inside. Its pure. Its absolute. Its clear. And its not idle Anytime. I rest my body. I rest my soul. My thoughts roam around. Endless seas of emotions and lands of events. As they delve deep and rise at the surface... A definiteness which I'm proud of and sometimes I despise of. I wait for it to slow down It doesn't I know it will not. I have to live with this. Everyone does I suppose. I realise I am a thinker first A poet later. SoUmY@

It was not a significant stroll afterall thru da lanes of my own mind. unexpectedly enough it was so dark that it was rather a search than a walk. i decidedly went to every corner... one by one...once and for all. some were disgusted with my treatment some hiding some rotten past some hopeful for a bright future and da rest not knowing what to do! i waved at dem all ... some smiled back some barked at and some remained numb unaltered... I was already feeling out of place Is this my mind??i live by it! I asked myself and walked on..hapazardly further down da road caught up wid an old friend.. uncosciously enough i asked him "hey i know you... We used to be together!! isnt it?" He smiled back feebly.. reminded me of da past... i got shaken...felt ashamed.. wid an unassuming expression in a semi dark street of my own persona I regretfully but wid a bright face told him "Welcome back conscience Lost and found wid pride" Powered by ScribeFire .

just a scribble...woke up and saw its raining..jst putting down my thoughts here now.... Drops of rain Ethereal it is Wid a melancholic sadness and the voice of nature whispers as orchestra plays in unmatched rhythm and with unfathomable continuity... my mind surrenders to the heavenly imagery coming from oblivious doorway... that of His.. SoUmY@ Powered by ScribeFire .

What should i do in this surreal world! Why should I be here? Where the ever encroaching realistic persona Scratches the unscathed idealism. Should I laugh at the ignorance of brain who helplessly looks up to the relinquished heart? Or should i not blame Judas Just because he didnt hold a knife! Should i ask life why love is so divine That can not materialize often enough.. Or should i just breathe down my perplexed thoughts and gulp them down with a glass of confused water To wait for the rememberance of the fragile consciousness that ressurects itself only when i try to say "Adios!! Adios!! Adios to life!!" $oUmY@ Powered by ScribeFire .

Its not the first time i have tried something negative...but This poem of mine is different coz its sick n negative..portraying the mind of a loner...a psycho loner...hope u people find it worth reading! THE BEAST IN ME The beast in me was starved. For it was nicety that had prevailed- Over my appearance,over my soul! The good in me,however insignificant Gestured towards only the superiority of life. Cocooned me into a shell of generosity Where everyone was given utmost care, The respect they deserved. But the world,treachorous it was, Nailed my sentiments to suffocating death breath. The word 'love' betrayed. 'Friend' proved to be a facrcical statement. And as i stumbled along,still optimistic... The hypocrites turned their heads. So the beast in me awoke. My mind,replenished with hatred Stood still,..waiting for revenge. As it has just started The beast,the ominous face of mine Will get each betrayer assasinated, Each head turner into a rotted corpse And love,-into an...

As life was marching on,unperturbed I had forgot about that room. That very room where i didn't dare to go. Where some of my preconceived notion, some not-so-happy facts were kept- rather locked. Never i was an explorer. So in my happy feet of life, which atleast i had thought to be so Didnt try to look at the closed door. But as life went on, sailing, sometimes too fast One day I had to find a mirror. Pity!there was none in my house. I soliloquized,may be in that room?! I freed myself of an age old fear. Surprised me saw the past didnt haunt! The present sat quiet. I went to the mirror. After so many days,I looked at myself. Wasn't it too dark! I opened up the window. I needed the room to clear up. As the light took possession of every inch The darkness expressed a sigh of relief I looked at myself,-- realized it was not the place it was only me whom i was running from. "Let there be light,Forever"-echoed the room!

For she was so frail Could have she Or should hv she Shorten the span of the night. Outside the semi dark room Where the gloomy sky, Pitch dark in acquintance Was measuring the uncertainity of time. And inside the room the lady,-the frail,pale lady uncertain of her own status,-- married or widow! only fate will decide thee-she thought. some more time,some more. when the ray of hope will light up the night sky, outcasting the spell of horror. But can he breathe upto the end? She thought nearing his heart, her eager senses. Yes its still beeping,she assured herself. It was too strenuous a night. Poor she,couldn't see the night off,awake. A sudden blow of wind made her shiver She got awakened, alert by some unnatural presence. Astouned she saw the lamp blowing out.. She jumped,held her hands to protect thou. But the flames,treachorous it was extinguished itself in a sinful manner. As the first colour painted the far away horizon She got near to her husband Is it stil beeping !? She co...

Came to the artist's place pictures all except one visible the place had an uncanny piousness though the lights quite feeble. Beautiful the paintings were Mysterious the place Creations were well adorned creator nowhere to trace. I went close to one to see a waterfall. Couldn't I hear da roar of water! realised that the natured stood tall. There was one wid nude man & woman in skectch. where nudity expressed grace and elegance not so far fetched. I got mesmerised as i saw the lightning sky. Didn't that depict power the rule nature abides by. the picture of a monk enodowed with spirituality. Thought well furnished with a sense of awkward sensuality. Finding the right path i progressed toward another. Where the face bore hundreds of emotions One playing the other. I got astonished, sense of superior persona engulfed me Suddenly the place got dark And i waited for thee. The one blank canvas was glowing with an word now. "SOHANG"-was it with, as I knelt before Tho...

dis poem is actually to wake those ppl up who feel they wl b spoon fed..and when the time comes for action they realise dey hv been too late to do anything with their lives n find excuses of fate instead...its 4m a very dull person's point of view..so u can see the language used in dis poem is not dat rich but rather amusing.... My grandma says,-- When the Sun was young And the mind strong Never did i get out to see the sunshine on my head Chose to remain oblivious instead. My grandma says,-- When the night was deep And had needed a sleep never did i get out to see the starry sky. Didn't see the moon,bright but shy. My grandma is very talkative she also says,-- When it had rained And i was home,never drenched. Never did i get out To feel the raindrops in my hands The murmur of leaves, which i tried not to understand. SO one day i got out and looked straight. Though My grandma said it was too late. The sun didnt shine. The moon didnt soothe. The sky didnt shower. I got surprised...