There’s silence that exitsWithin the walls,
Tormented and petrified
Howling secretly in the dark
Caverns of laughter,
It burns in the fire
So profound,
Yet it survives the nights
Of frustration
Sighing gently for its freedom
Every second,
It feeds on the crumbs
Of everlasting desires,
It dreams for the day
That seems far away from
Its boundary,
It longs for the sun
That shines for its enemy.
Hiding the tears
Of disaster
Waiting for the rains
To surrender,
It craves for the high
That exists beyond the
Rigmaroles of reason,
Parched lips cry for water
Words roll from the door
Too often
Hopes get crumpled in the search
For a corner
Echoes wander
Far and wide
Waves reach the lines
So dry
A story waiting to be told
A secret about to unfold
An innocent confession
Of seasons
Whimper in the winds
To shatter
The day seems to be closer
A puff of change will
Make a difference
A splash of colors and
The roar of a thunder
It’s a transformation
That happened never before
The truth is here
It’s not a secret anymore
Because
There’s no more silence
There’re no more walls…
3 comments:
Dear Siddhartha
It is a wonderful poem. It is a good sign of your emerging as a poet-in-waiting.The first half of the poem is complete though i don't feel the same about the second one. The image of any sort of liberation should not be a deliberate part of the suffering. I feel if you edit your poem a bit, it shall be of much more impact.
Hi, I liked your this poem so much and it left the deep impact on first reading. It touches the inner self as it is telling the story of unsaid thoughts of own self which are there in the silent corner of the heart.
Wonderful piece of poetry!
I am not checking my own blog that often these days :-) But thanks for dropping by and suggesting that movie. I will definitely try to get hold of it. And keep writing dear friend. On your blog and on others' too. Keeps us all awake. By the way I liked that painting of yours.
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