There are silences between our breaths
silences so long and deep
that even the soul if it so wished
could easily drown in them .
How were they made and why are they there
I know yet I know not
but know , that they strangle the heart
which yearns to be heard .
It was not the same before
earlier it was the sea
now it is a desert , a dried depth
stretching till the end of time .
Fortunately there also exist a few oasis
those little moments of sheer life and hope
that remind us that not all is gone
for just when it seems that nothing remains
there is this something that always lives up
as our hearts start talking to each other
they talk as if they breathe , easy , in and out peacefully
they talk as if nothing was ever gone
they talk as if tomorrow and yesterday were mere words
far too little to be given so much power .
It is then that I realise
that even the desert -vastest of all
somewhere has to , has to end .
For sand even if it is much
will soon , surely slip by
and give way to a new time
which brings with it a new sky .
Arijit Roy (Poem)
Photograph taken from net .
Magicrealistboy 