Ranjit Masilamani Poems

You hurt me more with words than with acts of thoughtless force
But you hurt me more with your silence now and, of course,
If I could but tell you what I, in muted grief, did willingly bear
You would, perhaps, rise to comfort me instead of just lying there
...

If you listen
with your mind you could read between the lines
and catch the meanings of those words that slip through the cracks of elusive conversation
...