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 .