Wednesday, 23 September 2015

Between the Acts

Between speech and meaning,
there is silence.
Between silence and understanding,
there is life.
Life that bears the weight 
of unopened letters and unsaid words.
Letters carry feelings;
the absent presence of half-grasped love,
the imprints of the lover's labour.
But about the unlettered?
Don't they love?
Don't they labour?
Writing, an unlearned art.
Leisure, unaffordable and unimaginable.
To buy paper, ink and stamp!
Luxuries or manacles?
Too much distance.
Too less time.
To create the unsaid and believe in the unsayable...
To feel the left over and nourish the long lost...