Between silences

Between silences

Somewhere in my silences
Some words still sleep
Waiting for that unbidden thought
Scene, sound, scent
That will awaken them

And they will wear
This cloak borrowed
To tell their tale

And yet everyone who
Hears them, holds them
Will create their own
Scene, scent, sound
In the realms of their own silences

And words will be hazy bridges
Now binding, now dissolving
In between our silences

—shubha