Words Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

Do my words disappear in
the crevices that lie hidden
in the channels between us
that I took pains to create.

I am not in the know whether
you deem that I am silent.
No I am not silent and I can't
ever keep silent to you.

Just know that I am speaking
to you as always, like an infant
crying aloud to seek the care
of a mother who is unattentive.

Don't feel that words have dried up
inside the channels of my mind,
and when the listener is you
there is no such thing as silence.

If my words are gobbled up
by designated trenches of
the obsolete, don't ascribe them
the label of silence.

I have lot to say and little time
and with shudder I realise that
my words are being snuffed off life
to stamp me as a silent folk.

Rest assured, there is no such
thing as silence between me and you
listen for the echoes of my
trampled words in the air.

Even the echo will convey what
I have to say to you.
Understand again there is no such
thing as silence between me and you.

Words aplenty, tales aplenty
woes aplenty, joy unbound.
And if you don't find even the echo
then know I no longer are.