UN HEARD MELODIES

There is always an untold story in a death,

One that trembles within to be told-

To a loved one who stood with on rain and shine.

There is always an  un uttered 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 an 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.