Thursday, December 15, 2005

silence

Silence ……………
It haunts , scares,
Blows trumpets
That you are alone

I hate silence….
The very word
Its very thought
When Agonizing memories
Come to life……

Its like a “.” ( period)
So full it might seem
But then think
Empty it stands later.

4 comments:

drisyadrisya said...

Hey Sravy

Nice blog, but come on re, don't hate silence ..

If not for those contemplative moments, whats life ?

Its said that the profoundest moments in the Shaanti Mantras are the silences between Omkaras, between "Shanti Shanti Shanti..."

neways... keep the blogging going, and looking fwd more of those oldtime joyous posts

arun

Anonymous said...

My response to the same kind of feeling:

Hiding my complexities "within" myself
In shadows I feel comfort of hiding "my self"
I hide to protect my identity from perceptions of folks
I don't seek to be understood by 'me' for that matter for 'anybody' else
I find more comfort back of my closed eyes
By writing a poem to no one but for my imagination of my unknown lover
Perhaps, I write by thinking of there is more than oneness in my creation of the world
Quite endless moments with out words treasuring feelings silently and lonely....
I feel not empty but overflowing ................
Some parts of me longs for this quietness
Another part of me makes me complicate

Feeling lost and abandoned
Quite often I hurt by my own imagination
I'n searching for comfort in my thoughts
But it lost it's kindred spirt
Still I'm not seen mine and seen no one
I thrown in an unknown territory
I'm a refuge of the world
May be I forgot myself to know anything

Anonymous said...

My response to the same kind of feeling:

Hiding my complexities "within" myself
In shadows I feel comfort of hiding "my self"
I hide to protect my identity from perceptions of folks
I don't seek to be understood by 'me' for that matter for 'anybody' else
I find more comfort back of my closed eyes
By writing a poem to no one but for my imagination of my unknown lover
Perhaps, I write by thinking of there is more than oneness in my creation of the world
Quite endless moments with out words treasuring feelings silently and lonely....
I feel not empty but overflowing ................
Some parts of me longs for this quietness
Another part of me makes me complicate

Feeling lost and abandoned
Quite often I hurt by my own imagination
I'n searching for comfort in my thoughts
But it lost it's kindred spirt
Still I'm not seen mine and seen no one
I thrown in an unknown territory
I'm a refuge of the world
May be I forgot myself to know anything

Bala said...

HI

It some times make music. I think our emotions make us to acceses particualr thoughts..I love this one too.