Prasanth Gangadharan

Heavy clouds have pulled the sky down. I am waiting for it to just rain, for distance to be restored to my sky, for infinity to turn up and put things in perspective.

When you walked in again, Stranger from a forgotten time And opened your bag to take out The song of birds in trees, The chorus of crickets at night, A few ripples from the river from a boat long gone, Half eaten mangoes from a tree That once held a swing that could rise till our dreams, I offered you my silent song - Silence in repentance for the  years we lost Going our separate ways, A song for those days that you brought along When you walked in again.

Dawn breaks. The shadows of the night recede into familiar things. Only our fears, vaguely remain.

I have always wanted to write Each time we spoke I felt I had something more to say. I have a few thoughts that don't require your response, a few words that beg to be heard nevertheless, a lot of silence in between. I have small discoveries to share sometimes- like in the ward today, when I heard my neighbour recite from the Quran I thought that it is in our suffering that we reach out and pray. And start writing.