The Still After A Storm

Illustration: 7MB
Often, it's not the storm itself that raises the most difficult questions. It's the silence, thereafter.

Your stillness heaves through my dry lungs
Carrying years of solitude and rain that
I put you through. I lose myself
And change into a person
I cannot recognize
Old age comes through a storm
This muteness, frozen stones,
The new norm?

We grow old together every day and I
Erase whatever love had to offer

You move away,
With every second,
I turn uglier

Time, a few grey hair
Is this how it all ends?


Madras Courier originally ran as a broadsheet with a poetry section. It was a time when readers felt comfortable sharing glimpses of their lives through verse. If you too have a poem you’d like to submit, do mail us at


Copyright Madras Courier 2017. All rights reserved. You may share using our article tools. Please don't cut articles from and redistribute by email, post to the web, mobile phone or social media.
Please send in your feed back and comments to