The Futility of Conversations

With coffee and banter

Conversation spreads like the night winds,

In the humdrum noise of chatter,

In the meaninglessness of words and poses -

The matterful moments

In between the momentary matters,

The tunes that stay long after

The noise has stopped;

And play in solitary moments, in dreams

Those treasures lost in translation

In the everyday brick walls

Of cold, lifeless talk,

Those rare things of truth

That slip out of careless moments

Like that stark, foolish phrase,

Like the fragrance that lingers

And curls my lips in a half-smile.

Someday, I hope to talk less,

And reach a stage of utterance

Where my silence between words

Are laced with all the meaning

That I once tried to convey

Through the futility of conversations.