Amaradeva

Silence is a product 
of all the songs

the high notes and low

the impossible mix

of birth and death

the concert of pauper and king

blend of unvanquished yesterdays

and impossible tomorrows;

silence is voice

cutting across memory 

navigating disbelief 

the marriage of the inevitable

with the fervent belief of immortality;

he’s gone

and in going

turned a country into a song

lined with the most transparent

of tears

music that drips

from life-edge and heart

so delicate

it’s called ‘silence’

for lack of better word

to describe 

a voice that’s gone

but stays

and stays. 

[Pic, Sandra Mack]

Status Update

Icons that burst into a thousand hearts

a snap, a tear, a kiss

a comfort zone and a dead end

togetherness and fracture --

in preferred colours and frill 

the art direction of love

in cyberspace is short-handed

but on this side of your news feed

hidden from timeline 

oblivious to like, share and comment

true hearts beat and break 

at impossibility

that hard-drive collapse too soft to save

the irretrievable moments 

of love that was or will not be.