Sigh'lence
Inspiration need not always be from experience. Inspiration comes also from empathy, agitation or for that matter fantasy. Now fantasy is to be understood in terms of "what could have been if...". The inspiration for this poem comes from empathy as well as the "what could have been if..." factor. Justification pertains only to those who need one.
Why am i scared of what would be
if i told you what i feel...
perhaps it is the silence, that, in me
raises waves of emotions i 'need' not.
perhaps when i do decide to speak
to you, about my intentions, there'll be none!
none of these needless thoughts shall remain then.
Silence is,for sure, evil...
when, with the heart you deal.
It kindles thoughts that exist not in speech
It feeds the idle mind with thoughts ugly
(ugly to the ignorant, but not for You and Me)
But again...
perhaps the thoughts aren't as needless at all
perhaps we were in love to fall, and,
but for the silence we would have...
Perhaps it were the silence that saved us
the trouble of ruining all that We have...
And what all have We!
A tale of private emotions,
a future unknown yet secure,
a lifetime of secret smiles
when into each other's thoughts we peep
a dream that awaits intoxicated senses...
perhaps this is what the silence meant to do to us...
perhaps silence isn't that evil at all...
Why am i scared of what would be
if i told you what i feel...
perhaps it is the silence, that, in me
raises waves of emotions i 'need' not.
perhaps when i do decide to speak
to you, about my intentions, there'll be none!
none of these needless thoughts shall remain then.
Silence is,for sure, evil...
when, with the heart you deal.
It kindles thoughts that exist not in speech
It feeds the idle mind with thoughts ugly
(ugly to the ignorant, but not for You and Me)
But again...
perhaps the thoughts aren't as needless at all
perhaps we were in love to fall, and,
but for the silence we would have...
Perhaps it were the silence that saved us
the trouble of ruining all that We have...
And what all have We!
A tale of private emotions,
a future unknown yet secure,
a lifetime of secret smiles
when into each other's thoughts we peep
a dream that awaits intoxicated senses...
perhaps this is what the silence meant to do to us...
perhaps silence isn't that evil at all...
4 Comments:
:) Wow such beautiful thoughts....am truly amazed that you told me this poem is dedicated to me..... But some how....deep down..i feel there is more to this poem....But Silent i shall remain Coz its so golden and I wouldnt settle for silver!!!
U.d
God!!! Mystery surrounds this poem ...doesnt it !! Thats good in a way...each of the readers can interpret it their own way...
R u really my sister. I mean, where did u get these genes from? Am glad they missed me and came to you, coz am sure i wouldnt have put em to this good a use ( it rhymed , it rhymed...look at the "use" i did of my gene (just one)hehehhe)
Things happen for a reason ;)
So the pages of the notebook are turning again...Good!
Its nice to see you posting on your blog, I doubt if you really stopped writing, writing is a part of who you are.. I feel that your writing is more beautiful than ever..
Silence is never evil, it is the greatest truth, the best piece of wisdom, perhaps it sounds like a sermon, so i'll stop here..
Loved these lines,
"..A tale of private emotions,
a future unknown yet secure,
a lifetime of secret smiles
when into each other's thoughts we peep
a dream that awaits intoxicated senses..."
Keep writing...
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