Saturday, November 16, 2024

My Silence

 

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.

 

16 comments:

  1. Written well Rajesh and so touching. - Sudheer Soolapani.

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  2. Silence being dropped like a dew on the petal

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  3. Wonderful. Different layers of silence defined with thoughtful clarity. Give us more of these

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  4. This is absolutely beautiful! The poem flows with such depth and intensity, skillfully weaving emotions into words. The metaphorical imagery used—like the dam, the scabbard, and the silent sobbing—evokes a vivid picture of pain, introspection, and resilience. Each stanza peels back a new layer of what silence can signify, making the reader pause and reflect.
    The ending is particularly poignant, offering a delicate balance of hope amidst the turmoil, as though your silence is preparing for renewal and connection. It's incredibly moving.

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