Remain Solemn

(From my poetry Collection 'Signatures')

The Tower of Silence

The height of your

imagination lies at  its base;

where the stillness of

Hill tops too

resounds like

a city of noises

The tower of silence has

multiple floors .

In the first floor

Time dries on

the seasons upon a rope

 How much noise

 the time too does make?

After crossing the deafening

planets you cross

the ear- blasting milky way

then you reach

the cosmos;

It is the second floor.

Over there

and above on,

there you find

Silence doing it’s penance.

Sounds drop

down from there

like ripe

fruits  and

shedding leaves

The tower of silence  is

the steel plant of noises;

the kitchen table of sounds

Births and deaths

trip down from there

like rain drops

over a window pane.

War and peace

fall like sweat drops

with sighs  and hails

from the forehead

of the silence.

If one arrives there once,

it is named

as a birth;

The tower of silence

doesn’t endorse it

Or objects it

 It remains solemn

 above over

 uncountable

Windows.
Vaiyavan