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Selling the silence

Selling the silence

 

Truth etched across the face

Through the arms of melancholia 

Yet lips smiled in silence,

with the toast of sweet lies

Holding the scary tears

In the dark oblivion. 


For we are the silence

Silence after the hilarious laughter 

That stares those faces 

With the warmth of love.

Sometimes, we are the silence 

before that cute kiss

Lingering in the awaited bliss.

We are the silence 

Laughing at stammering propose 

That comes before the happiness snows

Also, the silence before the tight hug

Awaits to calm 

the hurricanes inside of us.

The silence 

In the blazing fire of commitments

Sustaining the touch of affections

Filled thoroughly in the eyes

Squeezing the bags full of emotions

Like an inevitable surprise. 



Also, we are the silence 

Deafening the core of broken heart

In the pages full of darkest secrets

That our emptiness imparts.

Senseless chaos echoing from the past

Troubles us with 

Faces so familiar 

Promises so similar

Lies so casual 

Fakes so actual. 

But, time and again 

We Slip in the silence- 

Silence before the goodbyes

Sometimes in the teary eyes

Silence before our hate

Sometimes for the time and fate

Silence looking for the bygones 

Dragging to the realm quite unknown.

But Still,eager to drown 

in that quite unknown realm

Like a solitary man

deepening his fright 

Searching for what he lost

To get in sight.


Little do we hear  

Or little do we care about

the questions hidden in silence 

the answers written in silence.

Yet we forgot to listen the pauses in the voices heard

to read the spaces between words.

For ages that has gone 

Silence never had meaning 

And we sold silence 

Often to break

And for ages that has yet to come

Silence will never have meaning 

And we will be

selling the silence

Not to create 

But as always,

to break!

Comments

  1. Silence, powerful, beautiful and filling. Perfectly captured friend. Hypnotizing message

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  2. Your poem whispers the sound of silence.

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  3. Your poem whispers the sound of silence.

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