the silence in rajmachi

in rajmachi

the silence

manifests itself

in myriads of ways.

like a mountain

looming large,

the silence touches

your inner skies..

like the waterfall stains in the hills

which painfully awaits the monsoon

the silence strikes you with

the turbulent flow of old memories.

the silence rustles

the dry leaves in your heart

and keeps you wide awake.

the silence becomes

the sharp edged rock

that fill your narrow pathway,

any moment you may trip

and tumbledown to its depths.

on top of the old fort,

the silence hugs you

with its cool breeze hands

and your eyes,

otherwise blind with the city dust,

open their lids

to see the valleys within.

at night

the silence becomes

the starlit sky

and the funfilled laughter

of your companions around.

in the morning

the silence wakes up

along with

the dogs, the goats,

the hen and the people.

in the village square

of udayavadi

the silence fills the

bewildered eyes of the koli girl

who is returning

from the nearby lake

balancing the pots

brimming with water.

in rajmachi

all around, you hear

the echoes of silence.

and you return

boomeranged by its music.

i fell in love

with the silence in rajmachi

i brought back

a slice of it, along with me

i keep it locked within

lest it flow back to its abode.