Poems

Silent conversations

Conversations which meandered
Into the stillness of the night
The mingling of our minds
The music in our words
The crescendo of our laughter
The calmness of our thoughts
I miss them all.

Now the stream of conversation
Has dried up.
Even the trickle
Of formal ritual
Has withered away.

But the heart still talks to you
Each moment
The words resonate in this vacuum
Unheard by you.
But this cherished silence is mine
Mine alone
Until you decide
To walk by
To break it.

Anshu, 17 May 2016

(Featured Picture: A painting by Lateef Olajumoke)

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