Friday, August 20, 2010

Silently...











Days went by

silence was all we heard.

no one ever said much,

I did not either.

I don't remember hearing

voices of people I lived with.

sometimes I talked to me

to remind myself of the sound of me.

It was like a norm

that was dictated,

silently.


We seemed to follow it

unquestioning and awkwardly,

day after day for every unchanging year

that passed by us,

silently.


Sometimes the cutlery, clinkered,

apart from the click of the clock's hands.

I heard the cars that drove by at distance

the fast ones from the slow.

I even heard on occasions

strangers whispering by the corner of the lane.

or may be I imagined that in my happy dream

when we wanted someone to speak

we switched on the tv.

I wondered if we were growing

oblivious to the obvious silence,

silently.


I wasn't ,

I ran away,

far from home,

silently.

2 comments:

Joy Palakkal said...

Great!!!
I like the Beauty Of your silence...

"day after day of every unchanging year
that passed by us,
silently."
With All Best Wishes!!!

Patent Attorney said...

The image and the poem match perfectly. The silence you express in this poem is very haunting, but there is still redemption in the thought that actually we're not growing oblivious to that silence after all. I like how this is enacted, for example, in the repetition of the word "silence" which both reinforces the idea of silence and fills the poem with sound.