Telephone

How painful can silence be? I wonder

Silent evenings, deserted corridor of my old home.

The telephone lies there forgetting its own existence.

Is it the silence or the truth that makes me feel hollow?

You were there once, your presence hovering 

In my mind. 

thousand unspoken words, uncountable wishes, all

Became a faint whisper with your breath on the other end of the line.

Dreams never came to me before, sleepless nights passed in waiting.

I waited for a story, but the white pigeon never came with your letter.

silence pound on me now, i try to hide from the dead telephone.

I still see those silent evenings and the deserted corridors

The phone doesn't ring anymore.

Reviews

[A. Amos]

I truly enjoyed your write, raw, dark and extremely honest...would love to read more of your work!

[ankita banerjee]

my pleasure if you liked my work. I hope i can come up with more in time.

[A. Amos]

I truly enjoyed, nice to meet you and you're most welcome my friend...

[Tony]

I really like this. To me it speaks of either love lost or death.

[ankita banerjee]

My pleasure. This is just a piece of thought you can say. And to quote E E Cummings "losing is an art not hard to master"...

[Poulami Ghosh]

Wow, this is really nice.