Silences

There are no words,
Only silences.

There are dreams,
That live till the memory fails.

There is love,
A memory written in your cursive.

There is the nothing,
A lifetime without silences.

There is I,
Upright, and alone.

There is hope,
That lingers as a long lost dream.

There is a memory,
An evanescent winter.

There is Madras,
Home, and all that I know.

There are no words,
Only silences.

There are silences,
Those that I call my own.