A dialogue between Monali Roy, Sucharita Surojit and me

 

- Tell me for real...

- Mind's awake...

- Heart's never late...

- Can't figure out...

- Your puzzles shout...

- She's my friend...

- Time's curiously spent...

- Indian women think...

- About what present bring...

Sucharita says this to me...

Think on this to myself (while weather was being my battery) staring at a bookshelf:

"Leaves never fall when a canvas is a blank wall" 

"Feelings are appalling"

"West culture is sailing" 

"Apple trees aren't random fees" 

"Fish state a wish" 

"Beneath a common preach" 

Without me noticing at all...

Monali was telling me about our goal:

- To achieve...

- No grieve...

- Entering our landscape...

- Like a bear eating a grape...

- Towards you...

- Box shoe...

- It's how I feel...

- Sudden I heal...

- Not into poetry...

- Our together imagery...

- Feng Shui's inner room...

- Too soon...

Not understanding a thing...

Walk I by dawn...

Mind was telling me this:

"It's the heart that kiss" 

"Beneath the sky" 

"Number six" 

"Soul's mix" 

Sucharita tells me simple things again:

- Cupid's game...

- Broken glass shame...

- Indian voodoo...

- Where lands are new...

- Don't know about literature...

- Know that love's the cure...

- Want to see your beauty together...

- Forever and ever...

- Just like a movie's scene...

- Where 1 plus 1 are such a scream...

- Maybe it's the series book...

- Or more than a curious look...

- Stylish Portuguese...

- Eating cheese...

- Clearly know...

- That wind does blow...

Again I walk...

Without a talk...

Formed words are again on my path...

Real sharp:

"All the beauty inside" 

"Is bathed outside" 

"Feeding cats stray"

"During night and day" 

From a ladder's case, Monali tells me about my untied shoelace:

- Beat my heart's drum...

- While we chew a gum...

- During magic ancestry...

- Inside our shell sea...

- Turtles tell me about some pond...

- That ducks found...

- Party's invitation...

- Our daydream nation...

- No direct speech...

- You're my morning breeze..

- Never cease...

- Amazed lamp light...

- Shared insight...

- Wall with "love" shine bright...

- Picture's loose...

- No noose...

- Breakfast is made...

- Sugary shade...

- Bread and cheese...

- Forgetting the morning breeze...

I open a door...

Don't want more...

Sparkle words are on my hands:

"There's street loose ends" 

"Heart's feast toast" 

"Foretold" 

"Never cold" 

Help table wood making...

Never aching...

Monali always says this to me:

- Home's bee...

- Flying free...

- You and me..