Soumya Scribbles...

She flew; With unbound joy And her Pegasus hopes Escaped through the mundane bond, As they gave me the Wings of love To follow her Wherever Love beckons, For us. SoUmY@ Powered by ScribeFire .

I stand Under the starry sky Where the dark welcomes His certainty and the stars reassure. A restless mind Pleads for his presence...-- Befalling silence, Baffling hopes, and icicle of wishes-- await. As I wait too For Him to embrace us, To protect us from plight From pain & From sufferings. Suddenly an awakening halo ! A new dawn.. And I stand amazed. As I see Him in me. In you And in all ! I feel reassured Relieved, and contented. And I walk Towards the light, For salvation. . [ To high hopes and good wishes... ] SoUmY@ Powered by ScribeFire .

On that fragment Of my life, I stood Shaking off All the obstination And perplexity. Being sure of myself Was the most Daunting task, That I had to Assume first and relate later. So I left all my Mundane whatabouts And the vices I was made of... Aware of. And I stood at the horizon Expecting You Above me. Then only The rainbow appeared. As I stretched my hands Only to be touched by You, I shivered. In Fulfillment. SoUmY@ Powered by ScribeFire .

I didn't realize Until her soft touch, Her shivering palm nudged mine. And that was it. Long lost, almost forbidden emotions lumped near my throat And tried to escape .... Sudden joy, Heartfelt Exclamation! And a loving tear. "Sssh! darling let us not cry tonight"-She said. I obeyed; As did my emotions. And i stared at her eyes As if only purity exists-- In her, For me. We let our eyes speak With silent gestures, Mischievous , Thoughtful, Caring & loving. "Happy Valentine's day" never came up. We always knew it won't. Our wishes were born in Each other's hearts. . . . And never died. . SoUmY@

Some wet words Some foggy dreams-- Enchanted, Relieved, Confused. And.. A moment of reckoning. Pondering thoughts. Dimmed in philosophy, Escapist realism. Still... Life thrives for love. That sensation, That magic, Tragic role reversals. But.. It remains. To live And to love Juxtaposed they seem. But isnt life so? Yes. Or Maybe No. Let me love. Being oblivious of all. Just.. Love` . SoUmY@

Blessed she felt And happiness echoed from Her silent gestures As she learned that Her womb now had the 'seed of life'. The transformation - From a woman to a mother; It thrilled her, Engulfed her into ethereal dreams Tender moments And happy-only memories. The silkworm of hope Wove coloured fabrics Until... Until it got rustled under negligence. But Little did she knew That her collateral string With her own baby Would prove to be its death cord. As she gleamed with hope, Expectation And a shining future, The umbilical cord Fastened, And tightened its grip on The life's tiniest spark To its futile culmination. A cold bleak death Invited the poor soul. As the unaware mother Had herself to blame only And chose her child's way. The cord hung itself cynically Being the unwanted witness to Two unfortunate deaths. SoUmY@ [Umbilicial Strangulation is a very rare accident in which the umbilical cord(the cord connecting the yet-to-be-born baby with mother)fastenes across the ...

We had held our hands As waves rushed in to wet our feet. A vision blurred, A hand secured, A moment of trust-- All contemplated into the absolute, Silence. We stood apart As waves rushed in only to mark us our dissection. A vision blurred, A hand tightening, A moment of agony- All circling into the nothingness, Silence... SoUmY@ I guess we all are accustomed to the term Dyslexia now. Powered by ScribeFire .