indira babbellapati (visakhapatnam, india)

the silence of your heart
spread its wings
ridiculing me and my ideology

from afar...
the laughter of a lunatic
with teeth protruding
pushed me and my ideology
into a state of silent non-being

a handful of petals
from the lunatic's hair
fell on my silent nondescript path

i stood in solemn silence
paying homage to seasons
of perpetual heart
of perennial hurt...

09nov2010
23.20hrs