Delay the flow of meaty words,
Feel the pregnant pause,
Define the silence in our relationship,
Like the silver cutlery lying in the cupboard,
That’s conversation too!
Your love letter in a faded yellow shade,
Still lies inside the cupboard,
Conversing with me on mundane home affairs,
Pining to meet to silences in future tenses,
I touched it many a times, the old arm chair,
It’s heart broken carrying weight of our bodies,
Pillow cover on the high heeled teakwood bed,
That hid our thighs from our children sleeping on floor,
That was conversations too!
LP records playing our best Hindi film songs,
Old diaries and letters in that cotton bag,
That was conversation too!
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