Do You Know? Poem by Seema Aarella

The music of silence still throbs inside
But Love no more belongs to my heart
World is still bright with a lasting radiance
Light no more belongs to my sight

In a furtive night's heavy darkness
A surfacing vision has no figure
And the brilliant midday's short fantasy
Has no obligation of profound slumber

From its slender vine the jasmine's scent
Has no shyness to foray my yard
But to observe and savour its splendour
Somehow my empathy has no time

On the frenetic stretch of abundant sea
The pouring rain has no worth
To mock and tease the ineffective drops
The precious new pearl has no pride

My existence facing its waning twilight
Has no craving for the blue skies
An eternal sleep by itself that comes
Has no urge for the blanket of dreams.