ARMS OF SILENCE

The sword of silence
Is sharp on both edges
It's stealthy glitter
Is enough to pierce the heart.

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A butterfly comes to perch
On a closed glass; screamless
It's colourfull costume
Is turned against me.
Shown to me on this side
Are its lean legs
And bulky belly carrying eggs.
A bird pecked it and flew away
As I sat still in silence.
A snake might have gulped this bird
Some where beyond my view
And this snake would be
By some other snake or bird
Thus the chain links
Goes on without clangours.
Silence has

Sharp beak
Wide open mouth

And stomach.

(Translated by A.K.vinod)

MIGHT HAVEN'T BEEN

Havent brooded on any bough
Hatched no egg in no warmth
What had fallen
Turned not feathers
Noises
Turned not cooeeings
Not me
It is not me insight,
Nor is it my name
In your ear
I am not in the choir
Keen not to pick my voice
Pelt me not with memories
No, I havn't gone this way
Or never have I been
(Translated by A.K Vinod)