Treasure Island

Shruti Goswami

Of love’s silence

Did you call?
I did not hear you speak a word,
And yet,
I thought you did articulate.

We fought, and what not;
And fell so silent,
I looked at you, you looked away,
But I am sure, I heard you say,
Does silence speak?
It has its way.

I gazed into your eyes,
And tried to find,
That little thing,
Which made me feel,
You spoke a lot,
Yet said nothing.

Fights are eternal,
And fleeting peace;
Many say, love’s just a way,
For dopamines to have their say.

It does not speak, and neither do you,
Are you love, hormones or simply dumb?
And blind too.

You do not see, what I perceive,
Intangible, yet palpable.
Silence has its way, and so does love,
It doesn’t matter, what you do not say.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, December 25, 2013
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