When The Strings Go Silent Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Window opening to the seaside's half-shut
The bride pretends to be all okay
Softened by the seawater & hardened by rock
Bones from the both sides await everyday
Every evening is another empty bottle
This wait prolongs to centuries
The wait to receive a call
The wait to receive an sms
The wait to listen to each other
Months' distances could be vanished
The wait for day and another day is unbearable
Only the silence hits the floor
Exhuburrent absence is replacing presence
Expectation and belief intermingle somewhere
The faith grows stronger
And the emptiness engrains the heart
Melancholic music flashes upon me
This moment overtakes the whole existence
The resonance of Friday's Azan calms a little
But the call to beloved, and the call of beloved
That call to the day's downtown goes delayed
Midnight knocks too is entirely strange
Remembrance and the memory; tis a choas!
Inexpressible intensity, unimaginable adventure
This strike of affinity has a haunting spell
Sadness takes me over all the way
Painting the notebook, and writing a picture
It's an altogether new smell
Rising through smell, I become its part
It holds me in its spreading inches
Extremes cannot be romanticised, beloved
Something's smiling; something is inspired
Beauty in numbness, & the art in lonesomeness
Symbol is so sophisticated; parched is the eye
This racing stanza console me within
Expression doesn't heal, it never attempts to do
Painfully slipping to these lines
Easily sliding to this eclipse, I run blank
Yearning, silence, and the permanent stay
It's but an undying echo
It's but the stonier rain
That installs agony
That strengthens further calmness
That scratches unkindly and re-initiates
Stillness repeats its streamy hour
This pace, this life entombs madness
Madness pops down pace and no pace at all!