From the blue line mountains   

We dream of on stilts cold city

Where the heart is beating

Coldness leaves body,  

A breath makes smoke from your mouth, 

Hear the clock of time

Ringing  …

". . . You will leave everything you love most:

this is the arrow that the bow of exile

shoots first. You will know how salty

another's bread tastes and how hard it

is to ascend and descend

another's stairs . . ."

Paradiso XVII: 55-60

DANTE / La Divine Comedie .

A silent witness
To my tornadoes
And torpedoes
To my actions
And emotions
All you witness
Lurking invisible within
Where have you been
Before i brushed my
Shoulders with you
For a wink…?
Different directions
We traveled by
Varied terrains
We negotiated
No, not together
But before the shoulders
Brushed past

Stranger still
How we crossed
Each other’s path…
And what difference it made!
In the silence of my being
I’ve none but you to share
Each laughter and sorrow
Every fleeting thought
And emotion
That I  assume you
Silently absorb…

Do you know
The absorbed silence
Speaks to me
Comforts me?

Still, let me confess

At times
It pricks me
Worse than a thorn
Even throws me
Anto an abyss… 
 
INDIRA BABELLAPATI - India (2007)

http://www.poemsabout.com/poet/indira-babbellapati/