ALSphere Foundation
There is always an untold story in a death
One that trembles within to be told –
To a loved one who stood by in rain and shine
There is always an unuttered word on a frozen lip
A word that would mean all meanings of a lifetime
It floats around the room and yonder on the curtains
Hoping relentlessly to be heard by someone –
Someone who had uttered little words of love when alive
There is always an unheard beat in the still heart
A small beautiful beat that falls
Only on the ears of one who hears the beats of love
There is always a small loosening of the skin on a rigid body
Expectations on the closed pores,
For one long kiss on the forehead
The warmth of which could be carried to the unseen lands
A warmth, an odor, a word and an unheard story
Revolve round and round that house of death
Till the knowing loving heart picks it up
Absorbs every little nuance like a blotting paper on a wet floor
And walks away with that baggage of love for the rest of life
Viji Narayan
