Sense of Silence

can you see it?

the void of silence.

the eyes conjuring up

all the words you spoke

and your lips quivering on

some of the unsaid ones

can you feel it?

the clutch of silence.

overpowering, suffocating

forcing you to blurt out

and stopping them words

in a stranglehold

can you smell it?

the stench of silence.

wearing you with

a dementor-like demeanour

decaying words and thoughts

dead and living on

can you taste it?

the bitterness of silence.

shorn of the happy shimmer

life trundling along

lips smacking as they remember

the sweetness of words

can you hear it?

the sound of silence.

a deafening drone

drowning you down

the ears yearning to hear you

utter some words

Pic is by Basu. Taken at Lansdowne.

stuck-in-a-second

I look at you, girl

standing there, moonlight-lit

some stars peeking through your hair

you haven't braided it today

the way i've always loved it

i remember telling you about it

and i'm glad you remembered

there you stand, and i close my eyes

look inside for what i had wished you'd be

your hand meets mine, in a weird symmetry

the images match and i realise

i've known you all my life

a long time for someone who felt alive just now

i want to stare and i don't

i know what i'll see and still i want

my eyes are squeezed shut

i'm afraid you could disappear

with startling suddenness

all that has to be said, has already been

in the hesitating way our fingers touched

in the way i looked at my once-loved stars

and then quickly looked back at you

and in our fidgetiness and eagerness

but there are stories to be told

and lives to be synched

what are we waiting for

standing here with this distance between us

i don't know

maybe time doesn't matter

not now

especially now.

- Written on a flight. Sometimes i can be a hopeless romantic [:P]. The pic is by Basu, as always.