The Silence of Souls

Want to write something, anything. So just scribbled down few lines. Let me know your view.


Silence of the Sunday morning,

Clinging of utensils from the kitchen,

Pressure cooker whistle from the neighbor.

In this Sunday morning, silence getting shades…

Don’t spoil it. Let me look at you Ms. Neighbor.

The silence between us let it get one more shade

As you perform your morning call to your love.

Let that strand be there on your brow curtaining your eyes

And let that bun be untie; keeping loose the hair and letting them fly.

Don’t spoil it. Let me look at you my Ms. Neighbor.



Author: Sangbad

A published poet. Avid Reader. Favorite authors (few) are Satyajit Ray, Saradindu Bandyopadhyay, Bankim Ch. Chatterjee, Jhumpa Lahiri, O. Henry, Gabriel Garcia Marquez, etc. Music lovers. Love to hear Rabrinda Sangeet, Anjan Dutt, Enrique Iglesias, Mozart & Beethoven (though can't say which is who's symphony). Dislike to get clicked. Love to be self (introvert).

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