by JAYDEEP SARANGI
Words are loaded with silences random,
many windows holding images and conceits
touching the rainbows in the limitless blue.
The queen of words has many rooms to her fashion,
lived with shades she keeps words as her guardian sylphs
hovering around and protecting her from the valour of poets.
In this pristine air notes she keeps, holds in phrases.
Her happiness heals wounds of the walls elsewhere.
Today, darkness has a voice, mysterious caller tones
my desire has an evening with my undisclosed mate.
All arrivals are welcome, dark clouds
some may rain, some will wait.
Pictures captured in time each day that passes
birds fly home before the crickets’ clamour,
Parral to Moorgate I hear her silence rising
on my sinful eyes without any synonym,
memories unfold page after page like menu at a banquet.
Last updated April 11, 2025