Thursday, February 10, 2011

Death has no song

I removed the piece of cloth
on Tista's breast,
and there those two red lotuses
still,like the depth of time.

Time is as if some other lost river,
like that lost river
we are getting lost
one by one,
Our faces melting in the stream.

One such evening
one such face came out
from the depth and gazed
at me.

Today the river lost her name
time has lost its end
death has lost its song,
and the sunrise has lost its freedom.

Still there is love
Still you are
Still I am
we live in our maverick verses.


  1. indeed it doesnt...but then it lives in a poem...the irony of death itself..

  2. at the end hope remains...

    "Still there is love"...||...
    last resort of solace for the long-estranged soul.

    you are indeed a nonconformist. Great!

  3. timeless is the beauty of this verse..silence..

  4. @ Rina... Everything lives in a poem Rina.
    Everything ( ! ) Do not forget that.
    @ Uttiya... Yes still there is Love
    Tattered , Battered ,Whatsoever.
    @Payal...Silence is the ultimate language of all those who are in love.