When Silence Speaks

By Nandhini Arun

Grey clouds of uncertainty hovered, 

An air of perplexion engulfed her. 

Roses that once bloomed and flourished, 

Are wilting and withering inside her. 

Years of yearning it ended, 

Not with gratitude or happiness, 

But with dreary disappointment. 

Life evaporating from her body, 

Consumed her slowly. 

OH LADY! LEAVE MY LIFE 

Your words brew a storm in my head, 

Ruining the pretty garden my bosom boasts. 

All the flowers and trees are dull and dead, 

The bees and butterflies returning as frayed ghosts. 

Memories with you nurtured flowers in my lungs, 

Yet, all you had were just forked tongues. 

All of them were just toxic and suffocating, 

That I was barely breathing. 

A short time it was–the time you were with me, 

Yet you took away everything I had with glee. 

You stole my voice, and plundered my poise, 

You never liked me being people’s choice. 

Oh Lady ! leave my life, 

Perish forever, take your knife. 

Knife you used to strangle me, 

Oh Lady! Leave my life.

Echoes of Guilt 

The outside, so cold and dark, 

Numbing the body stiff and stark. 

The innocent inside set ablaze, 

Everything ahead, blinded by a haze. 

A thousand arrows, swift they dart, 

Piercing dense, penetrating heart. 

And so the scars inside remain, 

Still fresh and red with throbbing pain. 

Your inside bleed and bleeds, 

Flowing and draining like a violent river. 

Years it took to douse the flame, 

Yet parts of it still remain. 

Whispers from the casket 

The silent chaos unfurls, 

Revealing true friends and foes, 

Decked in black, the mourning began, 

Quiet and soft cries commence. 

Cherished memories lay frozen, 

Those loving hands rest folded, 

The golden skin, now pale and dull,

Oh my dear, won't you return? 

The misty air filled with incense, 

Lingering tears and cries, make it more dense. 

Beneath the veils were grieving faces, 

Abundance of forgotten love it cases. 

As their tears glint in the sunlight, 

The life around begins to glow, 

We still lay here in this tree, 

Except he is six feet below. 

Under The Night’s Veil 

In the darkest of hours, 

I stroll through the twilight roads, 

Echoing and thundering with silent dreams, 

Where the stoic soul softly implodes. 

The night where the sea is still, 

I don my veil of shadowed chill, 

Mourning and grieving with a heart grown cold, For the dear dreams that slipped away, untold. 

The dark witnesses my sorrow, 

As sobs dissolve into disgrace, 

Laments and regrets softly follow, 

Comforted by the night’s cold embrace. 

And so the night preserves our dreams, 

Retaining the shattered remains of cries and screams, Buried beneath the sands of time, 

Years of hope, covered with grime.

By Nandhini Arun