Sunday, June 23, 2013

Silence





Silence,


that beautiful space in time,
when I am, only mine.
Nondescript of every other description-
I am the rustle of bamboo in the winds
making love without purpose
or the need to express.

The darkness here is mine,
the occasional happiness too.

In some unknown corridor of the neighborhood,
a conch blows
sounds,
out of propriety and context.
Stale winds fan an old lingering song,

I exist in the darkness of such songs.



© 2013 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury
( Image from the Internet)

5 comments:

Enigmatic Soul said...

"making love without purpose
or the need to express...

Stale winds fan an old lingering song,"

Brilliant world play. I love the abstract, dissolved and significance of existence that you portray so beautifully with your words. Keep it up.

mysay.in said...

solitude and oneness with the ambiance around ..a soothing composition.!!

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury said...

Thanks so much Enigmatic soul :) glad it resonated. To all other friends..thanks for commenting & reading!

Rakesh Vanamali said...

Beautiful choice of words which reflect deep emotion. Very evocative indeed. Loved it.

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury said...

Thanks so much Rakesh for you comment, glad you enjoyed!