Fulminations Poem by RAJ VIKRAM

If there is a space
where your silence will
soothe me let me know it
I would instantly be an inmate
of that place and be silent.

Or else I will be chirpy
and unfasten my being,
for I know not to keep
my lips tight and words
dammed for too long.

And if you know a word
or a deed of admonishment
do let that go in full throttle
so that I am muzzled.
Be merciless in doing it.

And if you know to
knot me down with your
words do it without
holding back for I yearn to
be bludgeoned by them.

Or if you know to pour
your silence in trickles
make an incision in my
being without my knowledge
And choke me into silence.

Don't tell me ever that silence
speaks a million words
for I don't know the magic
that you may be adept at
to speak in silence in myriad ways.

If all this are beyond you
bequeath upon me those olden
moments of golden hue
when I bled words gladly
goaded by your presence.

I don't want to remain
like this here with fulminating
words gouging out the
dear life out of my being
stifled by aching silence.