Soumya Scribbles...

For there are words and clothes similar in ways which may or may not be put in places. But silence and skin are both uncomforting. Coz they show us the truth. Truth is again what we perceive. And what we perceive is what we choose. What we choose is not the truth, atmost, almost. Cycles are confusing because we need an end. There is none. We put blanks where we question or don't want to answer or wish to feel more. Take a teacher and an escapist and a lover, sequentially. Still there are routines, schedules, trackers and plans. Someone is running away, We are running out. Mr. Time is arrogant. Have faith some say. Have fate, I do. For there are words and clothes dissimilar in ways which may or may not be taken back in places And silence and skin are both comforting. Coz they show us the truth. At random, without a mask. Take an escapist who taught you to love oneday. SoUmY@

There is something very selfish about dreams. Remembrance is a trespasser. And still, every night I dream of you, you of one and one of many. We circle, forget and again indulge. Futility has an attraction of its own . Watermarks! A life that we live but we wish. A truth we see but what we believe. A dream that is awake and another that is asleep. Light is bent for everything that happens with our without us. I wish I will touch the Sun on the horizon,someday. Can emotions be that cold ever? Never if they are alive. If... In between life and death, I count dreams. and cross tress with white chalks So that in the morning I can just walk upto that and believe what we don't wish to. We are taught I can only strive for a wish. They should always be like tomorrows and yesterdays. Between them we are, we live, and nomore. I believe, I will meet me one night To forget how to remember. And see how the faded watermarks learn to die and to live.. ...yet another dream. SoUmY@

Another quiet night passes by as we wait. Three for us, One for you, ( we still keep ). And "Cheers"! ...miss the loud voice. Someone gulps your absence down. In a trance we believe you were here. We sleep to forget. Vodkas and grass lie with green hopes . In half jaded senses, when we go for our walk, there have hardly been mornings when Ravi hasn't forgot his chappals, and Maddy his pullovers... But never did we miss to touch the gulmohar you so loved to sit beneath. Is this what it feels to be feeling you? We don't go there in winters. Time is sarcastic. You can't skip if you wish. We gather for your birthday. Maddy whistles, Ravi prays, I keep mum. Whether to celebrate or to miss? Silence is so nauseating at times. We blow the candles. Darkness is comforting, we realize. Three windy lives, you as the only exception, wait, as summers and autumns and springs cycle and even hopes attract rust. Then one day, You come back. Unlike the happy endings in tight embrace...

Noise For a thousand words that floated like bubble between us, Only few have burst into wet emotions. Perhaps the others were too shy. In that cosmos of togetherness words that haven't touched us have nudged each other, played in circle. And we have wondered if noise is what can't be deciphered or won't. Silence Silence is us When thoughts are symbiotic. In between, there is a glass that lets our eyes read each other, not in full. Opacity is pride sometimes. And then, Ideologies have faced mortality Through curious moments. We have been individually two When silence became a predator. --- Just then, it dawned. Silence and noise are twins. We, the conscious, have conspired and failed. SoUmY@

I wish to gift you but one rose. The color parched in red still drips the same, from me. Indifferent we have been to the sea and so has been our coming and going and going and coming onto each other ; waves. For I know how we have savoured a kiss, A starved touch that has distancelessly etched into the warmth of fire and poured on some mature ashes. If I really write the saddest lines tonight I wonder if the glorious moon will soothe any less, the gentle sea will unlook shallow. I am lost and I don't want to sleep but dream. In a bright daylight where sunflowers bloom I will gift you an irrelevant book; you look ethereal when your eyes art surprise. I will sketch you in trembling hands and tear it apart because the joy is mine and I am selfish to share with you. If you promise me a touch, I shall keep the moment It has the scent of your skin, forever as a hope. SoUmY@

There is a lot of truth in a parabola. No two souls at either ends are equi-distant. Sometimes too close, at times too far, we are. Some say, acceptance is one form of resignation! I believe, its to know when we need to take the parched leaf out of the book and remember how to forget; vice-versa. Life is too direct for an abstract figure or may be an opulent realization.   So, our little moments of truth hide and seek and lie and die    somewhere near the rear window, the broken chairs and the old books and granny's mahogany bed. In these points, where facts and figures and favours and follies intermix- boil- burn- vaporize and condense again, You get back life, unaltered. Need not you say, philosophies are born where one looks up to the sky for a daylight and the Sun is eclipsed, just then! SoUmY@ [Little moment of reckoning this! :) ]

Perhaps there is more to life than a blunt punctuality, that is mine. I have always come early but been late. In a life where I never intended to intrude in your sensitivities always fearing that , oozing is inevitable when its me, I have waited sheepishly. Haemocyanin- blue blood, oh its mine. Like the improper misplacement above, I have waited and drenched in rain just to feel what is it to be close to you. Have spent sleepless nights Just to know how pure is the Sun That touches you first. Today, as you tie a bolder knot With the one who could say before (and me? nay ever) I will be there, mute, Silently waving at your graceful departure and wish, if for once you do the cliche ', Turn back and smile, perhaps. Even if you do, I promise, you won't see how an ice drowned and choked in its own fate. Can we reverse the moment and never let it melt? SoUmY@ [No more complexities for today. Just a blunt and simple life. :)]