Sketches in silence

Silence - the companion who walks with us through the most intimate moments of truth.This poem offers glimpses of how  our deepest feelings find expression in silence rather than eloquence-whether it be love, loss, helplessness,fear,solitude, tranquility or the final slumber..

A place of our own, once we had ,

ln the heart of  distant woods;

Where silence was a veil of mist

Thrown upon the moonlit night;

Where fireflies , like fallen stars

Twinkled in the dark groves;

Where we often lost ourselves

And  discovered each other.

It could have been mind’s play

Or a  dream, who could say?

As the summer sun went up,

The misty veil was lifted up;

Silence rose up  as  a wall

How I wished it would fall!

Every query hit the wall

And  rebounded unresolved.

Ah! My love, how we played,

Against the wall everyday!

The darkest hour came next

Caught up in a reign of hate,

Our life became a babe lost;

Terror marched up the streets,

Devil knocked upon the doors,

In silence did we hide  our dreams

Everytime we heard the screams.

On the  wings of   time  I fly

knowing not the how or why-

Breaking against peaks tall,

Seeping into woods in fall,

Twilight spreads its golden wings

In the stillness of my soul,

Silence ,like an  autumn  leaf

Gently glides in the  breeze.

Then I feel the sun go down,

An inky darkness seeping in;

Shall I close my weary  eye

And become one with the night?

Oh!  my love, bid me goodbye,

As silence hums her lullaby.

                                   Lathika Rajesh