KILLING SILENCE

KILLING SILENCE


Talk to me, pick up a fight,
If love’s impossible;
But let’s not with silence our
Existence chronicle.

Both of us now live a life,
In our respective shells;
For our marriage, this silence,
A doom certainly spells.

Come on, let’s fight a bit if
In peace we cannot live;
Let’s get from each other if,
On our own we can’t give.

For sake of formality,
Or for sake of pretence,
Come and say something to me.
I can’t bear this silence.


• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 syllabic format.


M C Gupta
9 October 2003