Wise men have time again advocated that ‘Silence is golden.’ When we practice silence , we try to hear our inner voice . It is a vigorous routine to practice silence everyday. And people go to lengths to cultivate that habit even going for a silent retreat.
But in a relationship when people become silent, it heralds its end. A poem which reflects that feeling. Never underestimate silence because mostly it signifies the death of an agonizing relationship.
That lie between the words
Amidst a room full of chaos
Between You and Me
That spirals like a scathing demon
Munching on unbridled laughter
Ready to engulf those sweet memories
Waiting to fill the voids
No words to complain or endearment
Stale and dying , scathing with nothingness
Like an taut wild vine
Spiraling in our lives
Sealing the death of our relationship.
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Every day I take this flight of stairs
I climb fast and tumble down
I gasp , I admire the beauty on the way
But I wonder why I tumble down?
When I see people tagging along
I rejoice that it leads to some new adventure
For some stay and some disappear
But we weave memories along the way
For when we dream , we can be whatever we want
I can be a star , a cloud or the wind
I can be a song or the moonlight
And even the smile that plays on everyone’s lips
I take this flight of stairs
In my dreams , To hinterland
I realize whether I climb up or tumble down
I see a new vista every time.
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Where Shall We Meet?
When I see the sky
Do you gaze too?
And do you see the same colors?
The same vagrancy
And when the breeze blows
Do you smell the same flowers?
When the birds sing the morning song
Do you hear the same notes?
And when the flowers dance
In the eternal love
Does your heart prance too?
As the leaves tremble in the first rain
Sometimes when I walk alone
And memories of you come knocking
I wonder where we will meet
Here or in thoughts we converge?
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When I wake up in the morning
My son sleeping besides
Innocent and pious
I remember my blessings
A walk by the lake
And watching the sun
Spread the colors of life
I thank God for the new morning
The birds and the bees
They sing and hum
I hear their music
And all my weariness fades away
In the siesta
When dear ones call
And they laugh on my stories
I feel gratified
When I write
And my words inspire
Finds a way in the reader’s heart
I feel truly alive.
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