Silence

Now silence has another face
A dancing lunatic beneath the moon
Freezing the night under her spell.
Her feet trembling the veins,
Her hair sweeping the earth,
Her breasts searching for a child.
This is not the silence
I once took into the soul-
Silence of the monsoon sky
A while before the heavy pour,
Silence of the setting sun
When the rumbling sea beckons it,
Silence of the peepal tree
When we crossed fingers underneath,
Silence of your moist lips
When it kissed mine.
This is another age, another face
Past is a heap of decayed dreams
Future, a handful of burnt hopes
And my silence, too, took another form..

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About Fathima Manal

Dreams,fantasies,words and rhythm-other than skin,bones and muscles I am made up of these.With every drop of blood that my heart pumps,a new dream forms in me.With every breathe,i take the surroundings too inside me.And my poems are just the minute regurgitants of what i accumulate within. I am a doctor from Kerala,India,who should not be supposed to but is in deeply love with words and books more than medical books.Hope you enjoy my poems......

4 thoughts on “Silence

  1. amitapaul

    A very unusual perspective on silence since one associates silence with stillness and perhaps also serenity and peace – but here we have a restless silence
    A dancing lunatic beneath the moon
    Freezing the night under her spell.

    Startling.

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  2. Pushmaotee Subrun

    Future, a handful of burnt hopes
    And my silence, too, took another form..

    Here silence has taken another form … probably due to too much grief …
    ‘Now silence has another face
    A dancing lunatic beneath the moon’…

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