#Poeattic 3
#PoetryParlour
#Can You Hear Me
Can You Hear Me
Somewhere, I have lost
The words I had gathered,
To build a song for you.
I had put them
In an oval vase,
Rubicand, with flowers
Painted all over.
I never saw the crack.
And so I have been groveling
On the star lit floor,
Scouring its surface
With my bare nails.
But tell me something :
When has starlight
Been enough to search
For all that we seek ?
There is no pain really,
When we lose words :
All that we feel is
A strange emptiness :
A void, a barreness
That claws its way, insidiously
Into the everyday things we do –
We barely notice it.
But we sigh often –
Maybe a few million times.
The way I am doing right now.
Can you hear me?
Or has the vacuum spilt over
To swallow the sounds I make ?
Or perhaps you do not understand
Why words are important.
Yet another wisp of a sigh,
Tears itself away from
Its weary womb
And floats away listlessly.
I whisper to the emptiness,
The only truth I know :
When I find the love I lost,
You will hear my words too.
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