Echo Poem by Braja K Sarkar

Nothing seems pleasing, no words
Touch me nor any songs of hurts
Play in my heart these days as
You fascinated me years before!

The words have changed their
Minds and often take different
Shapes of emptiness.There is a
Dancing of the past running
in my blood…


Sometimes telephone rings at the
Middle of my broken dreams.
Who needs me! I try to guess;
Who tries to wake up the wounded
Soul buried in the womb of night!
It hurts the syllables of silence…

Sometimes, something vibrates
Inside me, I realize. My hands,
My foots, sleepless eyes and all my
Sins committed in a previous birth
vibrate in silence....

I hear the words you have never
Spoken, songs, you never sang and
The echo of my soul passing through
My veins in unknown symphony…


17/10/2009