Soundless Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Every day drops like a
dead leaf leaving the tree
landing on the dead carpet below.
The morning light reflect
from their colored patterns.
Bright colors soon to be fade.
Every day lingers through
the magical changes of light.
From noisy main road toquite
lazy lanes, everything is
floating as usual.
When in this city every soul
is busy and confused
till the night sings a lullaby.
The soundless journey in a
roller coaster of funny dreams
bumps to the morning.
Every day play, hanging every soul
like a pendulum and watch
the suffocating act.
A caterpillar move over
the colourful carpet of
dead leaves and going nowhere.
The hanging spider keeps
the position and wait.
Every day keeps chasing
the next day.