Monday, April 18, 2016

Ananya S. Guha- A Poem

Speaking The Heart

Those days there were those phone calls
I missed, today I miss the missed calls
for what is better than anything missed?
One can rue the fact, one can wallow in 
mushy thoughts, why oh why? 
In those days from the fire place 
to the phone room one had to run to receive
today one gets fed up ( of receiving) 
phone calls are phone calls
the telephone sat almost like a meditating
Buddha. Today it is rolled up on catchy sleeves
today we don't at times want to receive
we live amidst plenty, one call missed
you can compensate by sending many 
many more and messages that don't mean anything. 
But those days in crackling silence, with the wind 
whispering through ears, a phone call meant someone;
was actually calling. Speaking the heart. Truthfully.

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