Blank Wall

There is no sound, fronds whisper in silence,
the images sink and disappear in unexplained words,
nothing or everything prepares for the moan.

Morning embraces white, evening embalms black,
mute as they lay bare, invite footprints on the corridor,
all they need is to say on their own blank verses.

It’s again the quiet before the windy, stormy night,
then clouds evanesce and lights pour inside,
the blank wall records the endless questions.

Let me read the hidden script, let me rest there,
count the exile years in the layers of red bricks,
dreams are alone, they multiply, they multiply.

A palm is pressed, the little secret turns into obsession,
taken to swirling of emotions, well-worn grooves,
days canoe on anecdotes, nights spread ashes on memories.

Gopal Lahiri is a bilingual poet, critic, editor, writer and translator. He is the author of 22 books published including fourteen volumes of poems in English (includes four edited/ jointly anthology of poems) and eight volumes of poems and prose in Bengali, His poems, translations and book reviews have been published across various journals (includes Indian Literature) worldwide. He has recently edited the book titled ‘Jaillianwala Bagh- Poetic Tributes’. He has attended various poetry festivals in India and abroad. His poems are translated in 10 languages. Read other articles by Gopal.