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......

2 thoughts on “Silence

  1. tapeshwar

    The gathering of past twigs ….. and its waits for the storm … to be taken away to distant and unknown land … another age, another face !

    Marvelously put.


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