My
silence is not the sign of a peaceful mind,
It is
a dam I have built
When
my heart tries to flow out.
My
silence is not an acceptance letter,
It is
a scabbard, where my words,
As
sharp as a sword, are kept safely.
My
silence is not a sign of wisdom,
It is
the dilemma of the mind
Always
confused between- “TO BE OR NOT TO BE”
My
silence is not the heart’s whisper
dripping
with love,
Rather,
It is the silent sobbing of
Those
painful memories.
My
silence is not due to dryness of mouth
Out of
paralyzing fear,
It is
the turmoil of mind, not knowing
whom
to fight with.
My
silence is not a solitary prison
i
built myself in,
It is
the emptiness of the mind
when
deserted by everyone around.
Yet, once
in a while my silence drops
Like a
word, a dew, a petal,
Unable
to carry the pain anymore
As if
it is preparing me to listen to
The
unheard song of the twilight,
Music
of the fluttering butterfly wings,
Melody
of those soft foot steps
Waiting
outside my heart to enter.
