He sat there
on the lonely chair,
It was a
deserted room,
No laughter’s,
no whispers,
Yet he could
hear his cluttered soul.
There was
absolute silence around,
But there was
no silence within,
The
conversation was not a monologue,
Words were
exchanged between him and his soul.
He
contemplated about the how and when?
He questioned
the what and why?
He felt delusion
about the where next?
The thoughts
were inconclusive,
Furthering thickening
the haze around.
Silence
returned both within and around,
And he sat
there alone on the rocking chair.
-
VJ
Says ~ Cheers and Peace
Thats the trauma inside every head...despite silence outside it take a lot of efforts (or may be none) to feel it inside!!
ReplyDeleteNice poem Vijay!!
Thanks Hemant... Glad you liked it... True we all battle our own set of traumas
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