you and me

Silence between us

Is more eloquent

Than our words.

Sundays and silence

Are twined together

Like the snakes

That come to our

Courtyard only to be killed.

Kill the silence

words jump out

And make you wish

For the silence again.

All six days we wait

Patiently for that one day

When we can really talk.

Come sabbath day

We become cautious

Like a blind child

Trying to climb a fleet of stairs

Yon ooty hills

Remain my sole companion

On all seven days.