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)