The Unwritten

I like it

When your voice breaks

Over the phone.

In those moments

You could be saying anything.

I can make you say anything.

"I've found a God in you"

"Everything, other than love, is wrong in the world"

"No poetry can capture the sanctity of certain relationships"

It is like when one is writing and

The ink dries out.

And the pen mocks writing.

Instead

One can scribble anything with it now

Write the unwritten.

Compose personal epics.

I decide to call you again

Bad signal, I say

Only to find out

Your honeyed voice

Back again

Rambling about

The constant barking of dogs.

The insects in the sultry heat.

The colour of the toothbrushes.

Sometimes,

Clarity is not what one wishes for -

Voice-breaks are needed to overwrite 

The beginnings of love affairs

The-strangers-yet-to-meet kind of narratives

Over the everyday details.

But, somehow

The voice always comes back -

A thud

A resurrection

An awakening

Pointing us to appreciate

The beauty of the mundane -

The tired dogs.

The dead insects.

The sparkling yellow toothbrush.