Prasanth Gangadharan

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.