A silent spectator to
The incessant ramblings of lost souls.
An existence defined by the very silence.
Yes a silence-
But one that unfurls itself into a series of meanings.
Lest words do not form
A way to define and interpret
The images that transform
To form sights,soon forgotten.
Encompassed within the closed lips
Are words that bring to mind
New worlds-Indescribable
May be inconsequential too
Yet their need to spill
Pampers an innocuous vanity.
Never give in
As all may be lost
For none any better.

A silent sojourn with absolute listlessness
Know what it means?
Absence of emotions,thoughts
And everything human
Things that make their presence felt
By their very absence.
Till the mind clears
There is a wait-
Impotent yet strong.
And then the futile rage
All culminating in that
Peculiar ache.
Desperation sinks in
And pervades the mind
As water does a sinking vessel.
Again the long wait-
Now perhaps for the daffodils,
Or a pleasant strain of a longed song
A distraction-
That is beautiful yet filled with
A wisdom-
That teaches endurance!
A long wait-
To feel again!

Queer shapes over a dry table
A tiny drop slides over
The edge of a glass and takes
One of those curious shapes!

A mind spills over
Reading illusory visions

The drop disappears
Leaving behind a stain
On the table,
A reading mind and
A cloud of smoke.

An anguish unexpressed
Stales with time
A day gets stained!

Just wanted to get back
Before it is too late
Alas!The sun sets on me.

Just in case I forget to return to your side,
What shall be your memories of me?
Of a long silence?

Or did I exist only in imaginations,
For you to search them in futile to find me,
And give a name and person that did not belong to me-
Nor did I adhere to?

Or is it a fantasy to be forgotten,
Shreds of which shall haunt
In long, gloomy, rainy days?

Or is it just a sigh that is my due...
Or tears,or your life?
It's all my vain fancy,
A privilege -the very thought that you'll
Spare one on me.

Whatever,
Let it remain till the rains last-
And the clouds clear
For a new sun-shine!

What has been spilled over a cup of tea
Has been a terrific nostalgia.
Try as I might
Can neither retrieve the moment
Nor what has been spilled.

To live the moment once more
If ever it can be done
All I have to do
Is to get a cup of tea
And wait...