From Talkative To Taciturn

From Talkative To Taciturn short poem

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I am not loquacious as you think
Nor do I descend from a family of
Well known speakers
To keep you happy I talk, talk and talk
And I stop it..
And one day, you ask me
What’s wrong darling?
I would say looking at you
I am tired..
Of what honey? you ask
I would simply say
Of listening to my own echoes….

I see the rage of anger in you
But I would not bother to consider it then
I have been through it since years…
And breaking the protocol of your incessant anger
I would simply say,
I am tired of listening to selfie echoes….

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Geetha Paniker

The title says it all. Worth pondering.

Savi Mani

Dear Laya yes the title of the poem said it all, nice poem, i love your nice short poems, leaves the reader pondering for long…..i always come back and read it again…………keep it up

Makaylah Downs

I loved the line “…I would simply say
Of listening to my own echoes…”
It’s really a wonderful read. Great work!

Viswas Menon

@laya_sarath… the way you craft your words……selfie echoes…..conveys so much …and my personal feeling is that would have made a wonderful title….well written anger….reminds me of an inter relationship philosophy…. ..sometimes every one need some space of their own….