Soumya Inavilli

Soumya Inavilli Jul 2016

Fiction.

And when I write about you each day,
I wonder how easily the words come to me.
As though they flow from the heart, silently
like the placid waters running down the stream.
All these years I have filled the pages with
your thoughts written in an indelible ink.
I promise no greater power in this entire
universe can dare to erase these stories.
Built on the foundations of my imagination
is this palace made of the sentences that I wrote.
Carefully stringing the pearls onto an invisible thread,
I have created this fictional world around you.
But how much do I really know you, and
what if all this is a mere illusion?
If you turned out to be someone different and if
my imagery drifted from the reality, what then?
Sure a part of me would be disappointed
and even angry with myself for hoodwinking.
Yet, for the happiness of etching your name on
my memories, I will never cease to write about you.

#feelings #poetry #thoughts #muse #write #illusion #fiction

Soumya Inavilli Jun 2016

Mask.

Under the moonlit sky
while you were passing by,
I think I saw you smile,
after a long while.
Or was it a grimace
that lingered on your face?
You know you can't hide
even if you tried.
But to uncover your mask
is such a difficult task.
How will I ever know
when you never show?

#poem #thoughts #mask #her #him #muse

Soumya Inavilli May 2016

Poet - Poem.

Somewhere across this planet,
there are people thinking about you.
You might not know them, they
could be anyone from anywhere.
At this moment, as the sun brightens your day,
you were seen smiling in their dreams.
And when you close your eyes to sleep,
they will wake up and write about you.
They may not be great poets, but
you have already become their poem.

I write because you exist. ~Micheal Faudet.

#poem #poet #dreams #thoughts #more #write #musings #often

Soumya Inavilli Mar 2016

Paradox.

There is a certain beauty to this uncertainty of life.
Everything becomes predictable in its own unpredictable way.
It all begins at a point where something comes to an end.

Infinite memories are the only measures of our finite time here.
Dreams are the only weapons that we've got to fight the reality.
Everyone roams with a map, but no one knows the right route.

Whatever seems to be within our reach is still too far from us.
Yet, we write a new story each day, while someone else has already finished our lines for us.
There sure is a certain beauty to this uncertainty of life.

#truth #peace #life #end #dreams #thoughts #story #muse #writing #start

Jan 2016

Robert Herrick

To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
   Old Time is still a-flying;
And this same flower that smiles today
   Tomorrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
   The higher he’s a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
   And nearer he’s to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
   When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse, and worst
   Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
   And while ye may, go marry;
For having lost but once your prime,
   You may forever tarry.

Soumya Inavilli Jan 2016

Fire.

Time seemed to slip away from me, until
I saw you again, and everything came to a standstill.
Your eyes were the ones that have lit the flame,
since then nothing has ever been the same.
It warms me up like the Winter sun's rays,
and shall never die down, this fire that you have set ablaze.

#poem #feelings #words #fire #eyes #time #lost #friend #thoughts

Soumya Inavilli Jul 2015

Muse.

You read and write them, the words,
but I say they are more capable than that.
I hear them talk to me while my eyes touch them, their voices clear and loud.
Some are only whispers and some others are yelling, crying and shouting in joy.
They not only tell me the stories of the world,
but show me too its beauty.
Yesterday I saw how vibrant were the Daffodils Wordsworth has written about.
The same words carried the fresh smell of the rain until my doorstep on a hot summer day.
I shuddered when the thunder rumbled and smiled when someone joked.
A tear or two must have rolled out when a character had fought valiantly but died.
These words for me have created a new place,
and I desire to go to places to find new words.
I came to think it should have been a difficult time when the words were not yet born.
How else could one speak of the sea without comparing it to that of the depth of our hearts.
For these words are my sole weapon to not escape reality but to build a space for the feelings to breath and the dreams to thrive.

#feelings #words #thoughts #random #musings