Monday, August 25, 2008

Within the walls

The silence within the walls
has stilled the time;
But outside it is flowing,
And eroding
The crimson bricks in rain.

The imperfections appear dark and deep
like those cracks crawling towards the roof.

Moisture seeps into life
Forming ugly patches
that are expected to disappear
in no time.

Long after the rain
The smell of wet wood stays.
(like her silence)

It refuses to burn as firewood.
and stays in a mossy gloss.
In abandonment.
(like her)


Rukhiya said...

Those words within the braces left me gasping, too powerful, suprisingly so! way to go!

Usha Pisharody said...

Quiet anguish that seeps through and gags itself, in a silent scream!

The pain paints itself right across this poem! A marvel!