Tuesday, March 27, 2012


The shrill noise of a pin’s drop on the marble floor.
The thunderous echoes of a pebble skimmed on the lake bed.
The explosive dripping of dew from a blade’s tip onto the damp soil.
The loud rumble of a feather as it tumbles down a hay stack.
The earth shattering flutter of dragon fly’s wings.
All these and all the other inaudible things seem to billow.
They seem to resonate and stir a storm out of a zephyr;
When you don’t even let out a Hmmm,
But instead,
You choose to confront me with your deafening silence. 


Divenita said...

I feel you could explore more :)
Just a thought.
Your writes are good nevertheless but this one felt incomplete.

Not that am some thope and all, but jo feel hua woh bola

Muse said...


pygmalion said...

reading u is always a special feel...
i liked the blunt ending.. it adds to it.

payal agarwal said...

"deafening silence"..your words speak for themselves!:)

Muse said...

A re-visit :)

I Love you, Dearling!

C'est Moi said...

I loved it...reflects my thoughts,,,wish he'd read it...