Beyond the silence – Jyotima Choudhury 

I want to flee from them

Into my room and close the doors.

Eyes feel dry,

Rushing thoughts fill the mind

Yet the tongue goes quiet

 My softened face

Stiffens into one that look angry,

Disgusted, unbothered,

 As if possessed by demon.

A fate coded early,

Spiralled the simple thread into coiled one.

I cannot untie it,

Only remain away from it.

A magician

Living a bit far

Uncoils the thread

Back to its simple form,

with powers of a healer.

With few grains

I possess,

The magic may stop.

Yet I want to see

Till where it flows.