Poetry

Silence

I used to be a magpie by default.
Then they call me shameless.
And my tongue is guilty as charged.

Sh!

I had a lot of things to say.
Like, the world is beautiful.
I love the hibiscus.
I like to walk barefoot.
Pantua is tastier than Rasgulla.
Mir has a great voice.
Shakespeare is a must-read.
Shower is the best place to think.
So on and so forth.

I speak nineteen-to-the-dozen every day.
But nobody to listen to.
Because silence is a hoax,
When you’ve something to say.
But now I am cut off from words,
Because it goes nowhere and-
Precisely, hits back to me.
Therefore, I’m forced into silence.
I am merged into silence.
Swallowing my random thoughts,
Likes and dislikes, truths and half-truths.
Practicing silence. Forgetting chaos.
I am through a metamorphosis.
And My tongue is split with-
Ne plus ultra silence.
I’m choked with silence.
Yet I haven’t changed my mind.
I will never go wordless.
I will never go dumb.
I have a far cry from silence.
I have learned that-
Silence is not a permanent solution.

 

~Tiyasha Khanra

Kolkata, India

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