I had longed to hear the clomping
of her heavy workboots
as the lazy noon would trot out
of the bokeh of the yonder,
as the dwindling palm doves’ calls
would join in the late spring chatter
and the mango tree would moan
with the impregnated boughs.
koel would coo hoo and splash
the sugar cubes in my evening tea..
crickets would then lisp shamelessly
in the twilight maze.
And Amen! the gods said.
And the sprouting seed
of the humdrum of life
got tirelessly caged
in the whispering Stillwaters..
dead as the doornail,
devoid of all the rat-a-tat
of beeps and loud speakers,
No honking signals
no heaving city air
no spying neighbours
no morning prayer…
But I long for these conspiracies now
I long to shed my sweat in the sun
I want to brush my shoulders
while getting lost in this urban cavern
I long to put on those jogging shoes
And I long to smile to a stranger..
God says.. rein in that virtue.
This silence too
will soon crash down on the
windscreen of another evolution.
Till then hold on dear heart…
Hold on to this maddening silence!