Monday, January 05, 2015

Silent armies

No doormat WELCOME 
I step outside and watch
Birds in conversation
Mute them
Your hair a nest, a boat
In conversation with waves
The wind, the clouds, rays of sun
Silent armies cutting through the fold

In the distance all sounds disappear
Into buildings or
Buildings into sounds
Swallowing an ocean
Train track whispers
A stack of paper in a leather case
Love letters or old magazines
Invoices maybe claiming neglect
Under a flooded metal bench

A mother breastfeeds
Under creases of her saree
Her breasts a decade
Younger than mine
{I hold onto retaining brackets}
Tighter, sucked out by streams
My hair a nest, your boat, birds
In conversation, I never knew less
Rays of sun
On my chest your silent armies