Rantings of a Girl
They say little flowers lead a happy life
Little flowers have nothing to worry about.
Little do they know the story
Of little flowers strewn about,
Little flowers crying in the dark
Little flowers shadowed by mighty trees
Afraid to grow, afraid to bloom.
Little do they know about
Little flowers who lost their lustre,
Little flowers broken and withered,
Little flowers dying each day,
Little flowers struggling to live.
Little do you know.
Little.
©GauriCS
My house reeks of silence gone stale
Unsaid words rotting away in our hearts
Soul-less shells floating in their own bubbles
Immune to one another
Resentment and anger brewing like filter coffee
Our landlord often treats us to,
Words hailed at each other
As each takes turns at being crucified
Rivers of tears dried up with time
Voiceless sobs echoing in the emptiness
Unseen fetters anchor us
To the ocean floor of misery
As corpses from the past
Lay rotting in the drawing room
Walking dead dragging ourselves
Through day after day
Waiting for the end of the days.
©GauriCS
Polar opposites,
We seek us
In the worry lines of a busy day.
We meet midway,
Smiles exchanged
Courtesies performed,
You begin the dance with my soul,
A slow waltz to Sinatra
Playing on the radio
As you navigate the lanes
Of your city streets.
We sing tunelessly
Behind our closed bedrooms
To songs from a shared playlist
And abandon them halfway
As the songs fade into
Chatty silences
That dot our conversations,
When we look into the souls
Of one another
Reining in our thoughts
Mulling over the words
And eventually swallowing them;
Words as potent as the
Poetry we frequently spout.
And we return to smiles and courtesies
Before bidding each other good bye.
©GauriCS
I step out of the traffic
And see you standing in the shade,
Hands jammed in your pockets,
Looking like a beautiful street art
Waiting to be appreciated.
As I take my first step towards you
Our eyes embrace,
The fire in yours
Reflected in mine.
Each step brings me closer to you
And your mind brushes against mine
Reckoning it with a satisfied smile.
We proceed to greet and talk
But only physically so.
Our minds have deserted us
Letting the empty shells get along.
Conversation shifts from weather to poetry
To space probe and food
But your mind is busy
Peeling back layers from mine
Till they stand stark naked
Frailties exposed
Flaws revealed
Brilliance shining
And they proceed to make love.
Your face flushes
And a blush spreads across mine
As our minds race each other and reach their climax.
Perspiration beads my upper lips
And you fidget
As we sit with our cups of sin
In silence
Our eyes still locked in their embrace
Till the ring of a phone brings us back
And Cinderella proceeds to run home.
©GauriCS
Silence is taking a stroll
Through the streets once busy
With the humdrum of existence.
Deserted, not a soul in sight,
The ghost town remains.
Look closely
See little eyes peeping
From behind the curtains;
Hear the tinny sound
Of television tuned to news channels
Announcing the number of cases by the hour;
Catch a whiff of that home-cooked meal
Stringently measured
And made of leftovers;
Sense the fear and sorrow
Brewing along with chai
As nightmares unfold
In the confined spaces.
Silence strolls through the streets
And goes into some of the houses
Looks at the photos of the departed
And continues on his way.
©GauriCS
Silence is our preferred language.
Those quiet stretches that seem to
Expand and surround us
As we try to learn it’s syllables
(Something we are both good at).
A conversation that carries on and on
As we debate and discuss
Disagree and negotiate
Sans words, sans sight, sans proximity.
In a world of people fighting
For their words to be heard
Our silence speaks louder than ever,
A silent communion between two kindred souls.
©GauriCS
she lay in silence,
shackled in numerous chains
her mind and body
©GauriCS
Impressions, Expressions & Musings 