Breaking the silence of the night
My phone rings softly. It’s not you.
I am no stranger to late night talks.
Long back you used to wait
For my late calls: I always called
At the same time, from a phone booth
Where the owner strained hard
To hear our hushed conversations;
Measured by the impatient meter
We spoke our love softly,
With quiet words and some silence,
As much as I could afford then:
Our exchanges stayed incomplete;
The phone rings softly. It’s not you.
I used to know your caller tune song:
Sometimes out of habit
I still call your disconnected number.
But if you ever call me, friend,
I shall give you some of my silence.
What have you known of silence?
You have only heard all my songs.