Life is a bundle of mingled yarn
humongous and hazy
when you see from near.
It is translucent and transparent
when you can distant yourself from there.
It was a blue grotto –
the light that reflected
from the bottom of the sea
made me look blue and glow.
You have to slouch in to get inside
through a cut glass window.
The fisherwoman who had taken us in
was singing an eerie song we did not know.
The tall dark trees fringed with translucent blue
dishevelled droplets of snow
They were vanishing with no destination —
Confused, where to go?
We floated for a while on a world completely silent
then the silence became whispers
Murmurs down our vertebrae and marrow.
Our silent breath turned into a
chaotic cluster of joy and sorrow
until it became a confused scream
in the cave in that damp yellow.
Our soul rose from the round-about
reached to the summit to follow
and we followed, joined in singing that eerie song
we did not know.
In the silence
I hear my eye
The bark cracking
Blue bells chatter
with long lustrous grass.
I hear the whispers of insects
Insane over raspberries ripened
Juicy drupelets globes
In the delusion of silence.
Shamim Azad is a poet, author and journalist.