Silent Talking

I miss our silent conversations
When we'd let our eager eyes speak
We were truthful without words
But lies our words would seek

Your smiles betrayed thoughts untold
My eyes strayed as your tresses fell
Your curling lips painted a picture
That even long verses failed to tell

Your sweet admonishing look
Would make my heart beat afaster
In a silent room full of sombre people
We could share a hearty laughter

I miss those silent conversations, now,
My words don't say what they mean
Since my eyes've lost the dearest mate
My songs and tales have lost their sheen

Oh, would I would give my voice away
For just another dialogue eye to eye
In a conversation of our quiet ways,
Where silence speaks truth and words lie

-Gowrish

Sweet Memory: A Curse In Disguise (/When I Lost My Muse)

As the chirping of birds dies down

Making way to the drone of cicadas

I wake up from my slumber

Opening my eyes to the deep purple above

Blanket of sombre the sun leaves behind

I look around, I am alone; she is gone,

Is she gone? Or did I only live a dream?

I remember we played in the sun

Mocking his attempt to curb our exploit

The grass around me looks slept on

The stream we swam together in, is still there

Her scent fades around me; so, it wasn’t be a dream

 ‘Twasn’t just a day, wasn’t a week or a month,

She spent spring and summer with me here

Why then, pray, she’s left me now?

I resent that I know where this scene is going

While I look back and reminisce; I feel

The fluttering away of moments spent in bliss

In the company of the one too familiar to be a stranger

I see the distance growing, the path we trod filling up

With new grass, obscuring our path to each other

Is the memory of bliss a curse or a blessing?

For it brings a smile to the lips but a pain to the heart

For it's the knowing that you are growing apart.

- Gowrish

An Affair With Imagination (/When I Met My Muse)

It was a late-winter evening; the winds of change blew,

The moon had come out, on the canvas of sky deep blue,

It was moon of a happy evening, better than many before,

For it was the evening I met the one I had looked ever for,

Splendid, you sat before me, telling your tales in abundance,

I listened beaming basking in the blaze of your resplendence,

In that moment I knew, and told you of the good feeling in me,

But even then had no idea, how important you would be to me,

Here I sit, inspired, empowered by your part in my life,

Little need be said about the joy you've brought that’s rife,

An imagined smile from you, like sunshine in gloom, changes my mood,

If I be distressed, a memory of you will assuage ails; I guess it would

It’s a wonderful feeling of peace, contentment in many a way,

I cannot explain how or why, my love for you grows day by day

Whilst moments with you be fiestas, those sans you not; o’ my Muse,

I'll resent that moment this musing ends; ending your elaborate ruse.

-Gowrish