Colloquy

An evocative poem by Naheed – exclusively for Different Truths.

Can I utter what my heart does?
Lub-dub, lub-dub, the palpation sounds;
Noising like silent rocks sputter
On the Cliffs high,
Thundering the forest calm,
What, to many like me, science this is!
No passer-by, no stopping by
The voices go unheard. 
 
I listen to every beat unfurled 
Volumes of an amalgamation of tunes
As of the Sitar that leaves 
An ambience,
Whirling- in unforgetful of every other thing around
Shedding, otherwise, drops
Offering the tips of the fingers to be bathed with 
So vivid for one who could
Listen, if not, read through the screens two
Transparent as water crystalline 
That has; tiny, large and even the largest
Blue, white, black....and green pictures so many
Dancing in mirth or weeping on burial 
For the sky above to witness

Every beat
So subtle yet so clear
Pronouncing aloud, 
“I ache for none does:
Moving; strange, straight 
In the rays, their aspirations fall,
Avoiding images in darkness along the sides.”

Picture design by Anumita Roy