Shadow Of Silence...

I took a stroll across the street 

Alone was I, as was the deserted path

Along which I treaded, ivory rocks and mellow grass

In search of questions I wished to ask.

There I met Shadow, after the second lane

she was fearful, but eyed me discreetly

I stepped closer, she hid herself in her cloak some more

I wished to see her face, her pale blue eyes, more clearly.

She was the shadow of silence,

who was finding her way around

I asked if I could help,

she laughed, Could I? she asked again.

Her smirk took me off guard

I looked angrily at her face

Why do you doubt, I shot back

She eyes softened, but the humor did not elapse.

She held my hand and shook it slightly,

And felt my veins and my fingers

Looked at them as if reading my life in the lines

Then jerked off my palms, as if they were flawed.

She took a step back, I must go, she said.

No, you must wait, I need to know you well.

I protested. But she had started to walk

I went behind her, I knew I needed to talk.

She stopped, and looked back at me

Her eyes, now steel blue, shot anger

It scared me, and I stood, stunned

As she put her hand upon my heart.

She smiled, I know you now she said

Why do you fear, you are Mine.

I could not make sense, I asked her what she meant

She cupped my chin and hugged me tight, in reply.

  

And then she hurried again, and I followed,

and a sudden splash of water, with a gasp I swallowed.

I got up, from the ground, amidst the road I'd fallen

It had begun to rain and the birds were calling the young ones home.

Was it a dream, a fantasy..I may never know,

she was the shadow of silence, that was for sure.

I know not, which road I'd travelled

I cannot go back, but only follow from where she'd left.

I shall speak Silence, breath the nothingness of the air

Be with my own, in her own way

I am hers, as she is mine, she'd said.

And all of a sudden, it all makes Sense.

By

Priyanka Dey

Priyanka Dey, pursuing her Masters in History from Delhi University, is a prolific poet. Her poetry is mostly available through online forums, while her blog is a virtual stream of poems.Though her artistic soul embraces other art forms, words has always been her first love.The language she uses is that which relates to the lay man, but which is nurtured by the ethos of the Indian as well as global culture.Her blog is priyankazneverland.blogspot.in . She believes that poetry is the best medium through which she can bring in change. And she wants to include poetry-writing as part of the educational curriculum too.Presently, she is also working on her first full length novel and poetry anthology. Her works have been featured in various anthologies and she is at present, the managing editor of a literary magazine in India. She is a die-hard optimist and a hopeless romantic.