Rings of Smoke

Ae Ishq Humein Barbaad Na Kar

silence

Posted on | December 11, 2008 | No Comments

look at the moon now,
it is strange,
crumpled,like an ugly,yellowish lump of paper
someone took it out of the dustbin,
and stuck it up there,to mock us.
the stars seem to be a cosmic parody,
of the earthly lights,burning all around me,
glittery,loud,brittle,mocking the moon we shared.
oh,and the oceans have gone silent,
truculent,and moody like cantankerous old men,
they either go quiet for hours,
or rage incomprehensibly…
the serenity of your eyes is no longer with them.
the birds,flowers,the wind,the night,
no one speaks anymore-

silent,at the window i stand,
staring at the dirty moon,
searching for patterns in the stars,
the night seems brittle without the wind,
and stars seem fake,like spurious diamonds,
ever since you vanished,
faultlines have begun to appear,everywhere,
and in a viscous vaccum,noisy silence reigns.

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