Reaching Out.....

(this is the romantic version of my poem Ramblings... as written by Soumen.)



In the envelope of semi darkness I lie,
Buried beneath inches of slowly melting snow,
Suffocated I am, but embraced I have its numbness,
Beyond its inches, fathoms away, there's light, I know,
In the womb of darkness, I await its penetration,
But reach me perhaps it never shall ....

Drops cling to the ice, ready to fall,
Unsure as if, to depart from its soul.
Afterall, what beauty lies in it,
if not the desire to crystallize?
How can I ask it to let go of itself?
To sacrifice its identity, to loose it whole.
Only for faintly percieved sense of freedom?

The light grows stronger, and I hear the call,
In your wake, will my self take the fall?
Mirrors of ice, myriads of them, slowly melting,
Reflected upon their surface, images of you.
The ice is destined to melt, but can I bid it to stop?
Can I ask it to be there forever?
Covering me as it always did, to be my identity?

Cracks appear at the surface, light reaches my eyes,
And revealed to me, you, smiling with your open arms.
And I try to smile back, knowing that my tears will always remain hidden to you,
Frozen they are as red spots in the receeding ice.
For I may have only shed tears, but the ice has bled with them,
And as it now melts away, it leaves me dry,
But then I know, its only the ice that is always mine.