A silent sense confounds
a dormant yearning,
which muffled its cries for so long...
Amidst all the passing ridicule,
amidst all those passing jests,
and all that remained after all that
has touched upon, and now gone,
is still one that has been silently lined...
All silence,
false truth,
ignominy and heresy,
all that is left...
False belief,
cracked faith,
concocted devotion,
perverted view...
All silence,
sense amidst mute vision
gain amidst horrendous misgivings,
smile amidst all the liquid fate...
Rueful,restful and inert,
with broken limbs,
writhing in agony and shame...
Flared anger,
passion unfolding its venom,
injecting insensitive wrath into the veins of compassion...
Selfish designs,
motives of unknown minds,
mutual need,survival and thereupon greed...
All silence,
mute spectator,
silent stutter of formless words,
those anguished letters half-uttered,
half spat in distaste...
And now,filth running rivulets down
this pane of broken shards...
And conformed despondence and dejection
faced inspite of unsettling norms...
All silence,
amidst the convoluted names,
overlapped distortions,
humoungous failures unnamed...
Unheard thereof those false claims,
and our sagacious minds,
slumber in disdain...
All silence,
that is what remains,
inspite of uproar,
and all allegations which claim,
irony and respite,
rueful wrinkling of the stench ridden shame,
and all that passes between this
and the next walls,
is passivity,which shall forever remain...
Yes,all that shall forever remain,
all is plain silence...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
15 comments:
You have created an interesting mingling of ghostly threads in the wells of silence!
Hey, Hi
why does it feel that there is everything other than silence?? there is pain, there is anger...and there is disgust there is rejection...
or is it like, its silence chosen for all that is felt....jus a spectator to ones own pain??
Nice read...
Regards,
The Silhouette...
nice poem.. mines here- http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2009/12/06/time-is-not-the-essence/
This is a very intense poem and the repetition of 'all is silence' is haunting indeed. Well written.
http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2010/12/27/stocking-filler/
I get the feeling that silence is not true silence. It is holding back yourself and/or your opinion... keeping that part of yourself silent?
Rhyme Me a Smile
haunting and lovely piece.
Glad to see you in,
Happy New Year...
A++
I appreciate, well said :)
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2010/12/27/it-hurts-just-the-same/
One never knows what to expect
with a potluck spread on the table,
but Hey! What have we here?
'Twas an excellent dish, Karthic!
The quiet bang! to finish your piece
was more than exceedingly subtle.
Nice to meet you!
HaPpY NeW YeaR!
Peace, UT
All that is left is silence after all else is gone. Nothing to make sounds and nothing to hear sounds. For New Year's eve make lots of noise for when hangovers arrive all that is wanted is silence.
Interesting piece... like Christmas past... a ghost of the liking for a tale of pain and loneliness... yet silence be the spectator here, or is he the one who speaks loudly of all others.a
Wow, what a great poem!
So many strong feelings, seemingly suppressed (perhaps oppressed?) by silence. They say silence is golden, but sometimes silence is also deadly.
Thanks for getting the old mind working! :)
I love the contrast of the literal meaning of 'silence' against it's metaphysical reality - which is anything but hushed up or quiet. One is indeed not silent in silence.
silence is of 2 types.. painful and comfortable..
if its 2nd its best and if 1t nothing can be worse..
still.. writing will help u evade silence :)
All colors and shades of silence so poetically expressed here. Wonderful!And the vocabulary is impressive. Yelena:)
Thanks to everyone for their beautiful comments... Appreciate the views...:)
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