Words averse to daylight
Run from mind to tongue
And then scurry away
Unable to bear the searing
heat
of the volcano they carry.
of the volcano they carry.
Thus are born silences;
Each bearing
The past, present and future
Of a relationship sealed
inert.
The fluids conveniently never
leak
And mess the designer interiors
of cozy families.
of cozy families.
And so the silences lurk
At corners of rain-filled
streets,
Or hunker down on lonely
roads
Apathy and hope alternating.
Wow. Great poem. Loved the lines
ReplyDelete'And so the silences lurk
At corners of rain-filled streets,'
Thank you Jack. I too loved those lines the best. Sometimes I do wonder why we write 10 lines when we could do with just 2.
ReplyDeletewow! perfect poem...mesmerizing....
ReplyDelete"Unable to bear the searing heat of the volcano they carry.
Thus are born silences;" beautiful!
Thanks Haritha!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem- 'Thus are born silences'-Words that 'scurry',silences lurking at corners- great play of words and images. Nice new template-also!
ReplyDeleteGlad you enjoyed the poem, Ashwini.
ReplyDeleteI love trying out new templates and looks. That's half the fun of blogging, don't you think?
It's often those words unspoken that do the most harm... beautiful poignant piece Indiwriter. I enjoyed it very much.
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