It speaks through me, It speaks when I am locked in the room
It speaks when I look for it in endless hallows of words.
Those words that can make sense to me
Those words that can help sort things for me
Words that seethe through the voice and loud screams
Of the vendor or someone who chatted in a night street
I look for them in silence, try to find words in a blank screen
I try to find them making a sense to me in this world full of mindless logic
I want that illogical desire to become logical
These words drop clues in my dreams
Words that meant the world to me
I try to find answers to the questions that life throws at me
Through words you say, they say and every one said
I pick up those that most conveniently help me believe
In the lies that I keep telling myself
In the silence of night, it is a whole lot of story that repeats in my mind.
Author's Note: Silence kills, at the same time it nurtures you to be strong, in this world full of hollow, meaningless words.
You might hate it, till you learn to live with it. It is not possible to find answer to each situation that we face, at times just leave it, and move on because from those we seek answers have done that, done that long ago. And your repeated wishes are falling in deaf ears.
P.S.: These are thoughts that cloud my mind when I have 101 degrees temperature, could not help but write them with trembling hands.
It speaks when I look for it in endless hallows of words.
Those words that can make sense to me
Those words that can help sort things for me
Words that seethe through the voice and loud screams
Of the vendor or someone who chatted in a night street
I look for them in silence, try to find words in a blank screen
I try to find them making a sense to me in this world full of mindless logic
I want that illogical desire to become logical
These words drop clues in my dreams
Words that meant the world to me
I try to find answers to the questions that life throws at me
Through words you say, they say and every one said
I pick up those that most conveniently help me believe
In the lies that I keep telling myself
In the silence of night, it is a whole lot of story that repeats in my mind.
You might hate it, till you learn to live with it. It is not possible to find answer to each situation that we face, at times just leave it, and move on because from those we seek answers have done that, done that long ago. And your repeated wishes are falling in deaf ears.
P.S.: These are thoughts that cloud my mind when I have 101 degrees temperature, could not help but write them with trembling hands.
Time is the best healer. Silence becomes our room mate and the answers that we look for seem meaningless after some time.
ReplyDeleteTime is the best healer. Silence becomes our room mate and the answers that we look for seem meaningless after some time.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this. But besides that, I have to admit that this is a brilliant poem. So well written. I love it.
ReplyDelete"I want that illogical desire to become logical
These words drop clues in my dreams
Words that meant the world to me
I try to find answers to the questions that life throws at me
Through words you say, they say and every one said
I pick up those that most conveniently help me believe
In the lies that I keep telling myself
In the silence of night, it is a whole lot of story that repeats in my mind."
Sometimes, you cannot bypass that itch to write, right? So glad you followed it up. :)
@Perplexed Soul: And then as you say that times will make me laugh, some years down. Thanks for your comment. :)
ReplyDelete@Enigmatic Soul: It is that time when words flow like water overflows from the tank on the terrace.
ReplyDeleteThanks for words of appreciation. They mean a lot :)