Dear Silence

Dear Silence short poem

Photo by ibkod

You have been my greatest friend,
Yet always hard to control.
I seek you out often and
you always heed my call.

I can be with you
even when everyone is around.
When we are together
I can mute out all the other sounds.

When I feel I am in control
you flip things around.
Though, I can block out the outside revelry
in my mind clamour abounds….

Lost in my thoughts and daydreams
absorbing nature, that’s all around.
You and me together
we can hear the unheard sounds.

The songs that are sung
by the stars, the moon , the clouds.
The songs sung by the azure blue skies
Some mellifluous, some loud

We see the shiny reflection of
the cloudy blue sky.
In the shimmering aqua pools
and hear the babbler’s cry.

Together we tune into
the secrets of our realm.
There is so much to decipher
with you at the helm.

Many times I wish to be alone
and spend every moment with you.
But there are times you seem like
heavy, dark sky with sad bluish hues

Then you start to feel oppressive
and make me seek out noise.
I get this urge to be distanced from you
And give my thoughts a voice.

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Randall Smith

This is really good. I know the feeling of being alone while in a crowd and this says it beautifully.

asoke kumar mitra

imagery are very good. very good work .silence has a sound within. did you ever listen the sound of silence ?


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