Monday, February 25, 2008


Unperturbed and undiluted
By the din.
Like the eight directions
They chattered
In silence.
Or was it music ?

The octave engaged in a symphony
Scaling each other
With ease
Of a conductor's signs.

Dusk fell
And they dissolved ;
The silence fled
And the noise returned.

I am surrounded now
By a different silence.

The conclusions were made.

( eight mute people conversing on a railway platform;
Courtesy : Gunjan Verma)

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