your call came but...with silence...

Looked at the screen aglow
Your name it distinctly did show...
But couldn't get that touch of your voice
Which (I remember, by God!) earlier brought joys
Of being belonged, of being caught
By your songs so much terribly wrought...

This time only heard some heavy blows of wind
As if a stormy weather somewhere cleaned
All the debris of blocks of life tumbled down
Instead of your songs got hissing sounds
Of stray leaves blowing at super-cyclonic speed
Telling me strongly how words also silence breed...
Sometimes when words stop for nothing plausible
Sometimes when the telephonic conversations die so young but feeble...

Oh! wanted to get that tiniest tinge
Of passions overflowing your bowl's rounded fringe...
But...only heard how storms wreck trees up
Conversation died in silence trapped...
Heard a lot of car horns blare
Heard how heavy big structures, storms did tear...

Oh! how I wanted desperately
Happy visions of a full bloomed tree...
In you, through your mellifluous voice
Coming to me with a dreamy poise...
But...
Heard only panicky horns loud
Ripping apart my hopes devout...


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