Sometimes
silence hems frayed seams
paints on plain surfaces
daisies and sunflowers
that have not bloomed yet
brews tea with lemon and mint
bakes a marble cake
first thing in the morning
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dusts forgotten corners
replaces fading cushions
sees rare things
like generous, forgotten trees
shedding gauzy petals on fuming bonnets
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when boxes stuffed with disappointment
do not matter
but raindrops falling on parched earth do
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when a cat curls up near your feet
and you smile a sigh
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when you want to hug sunshine
and cup it in your hand
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when nothing is remote
nothing virtual
nothing noisy
nothing urgent
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sometimes silence looks within
but finds no fear or want
when it needs no words
of reassurance
because for a few moments or hours
it allows life to flow without words,
questions or doubts
when it flows into every empty thing
and smiles to itself
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A doorbell screams
it leaves then..with a backward wink
promising to return
and stay maybe next time
forever…
Reema Moudgil is the author of Perfect Eight (http://www.flipkart.com/perfect-eight-9380032870/p/itmdf87fpkhszfkb?pid=9789380032870&_l=A0vO9n9FWsBsMJKAKw47rw–&_r=dyRavyz2qKxOF7Yuc
Pic courtesy: http://www.123rf.com/photo_6470168_marble-cake-with-tea.html
Beautiful poem, Reema. It touches you somewhere deep down!