Way Back To Indolence

Satish Verma

You nurse the tender pains 
to feed your soul. In sunshine 
of nothingness, that was falling apart. 

And which was not― 
the abrupt exit of inconceivable. 
Me, still struggling to remain alive in― 
thoughts of you. 

The vast blankness of mind staggers. 
Where the loud music, like tinnitus, 
runs slow like crickets 
and peacocks, giving a pause. 

Then suddenly the crescendo 
ups, symphony of loud, beseeching 
rumpus, drowns the protest 
of songbirds which were giving mating calls. 

Listen my love, we are islands 
in an ocean. There were no walls. 
Only strong waves leave us speechless.