Rosmin Elsa Mohan
I once dreamt of an open field,
The bareness of which alone did shield,
A shadow so frail, in a shadow as such
I thought as much.
I felt it again on my bed at night
Darkness; through which I saw the light
Silence - to feel; and to feel so weak,
Silence, I think I heard her speak.
The crowd through which I made my way,
Gave me a second to poise it through
Shouts around, though I felt them nay,
The Me within, in silence too.
The hours of solace so gifted in tune,
A language unworldly, (beyond the moon!)
To realize it ...
' Diya '
There were these times of my life, when things forever went wrong!
I used to talk, but only to kill that silence within.
I used to smile, but tears never stopped flowing.
I used to study but the lines never had any meaning.
And, I used to write too, but never with an instinct or feeling.