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And again me and this silent night

Dark and deaf as nothing is right

Bulbs of optimism are might be fused

As I am feeling drained and refused

Words with question marks haunt my nights

And meaningless answers disturb my days

Life is much more than a smiling face

I wish my heart could cope with this life’s pace

Faces I have left behind still stares towards me

As I have taken something from them which doesn’t belong to me

 

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After a long time me and this night with sparkling stars were together. I was looking towards them as I am seeing them first time in my life.  Actually I was confused from inside that why they are not looking as they used to look. Their shine on dark night was not attracting me as it used to do. Everything was so quite that I could easily hear my silent screams. But I was trying to be deaf like that deaf night which don’t wanna say anything and don’t wanna hear anything. I was going through strange experience, it was like if you see your favorite photograph after a long time and it looks to you very ordinary & meaningless.  But that deaf night has taught me one lesson and it is that sometime we read stories from empty books, sometime we love the lyrics of an instrumental song, sometime we write poetry on the pages of air, sometime we lives moments which don’t have any existence. I think it’s all about how we perceive the silence of life.


Silent Words

Why you ignore those silent words; my heart was asking  me

I don’t want to hurt myself; this was my reply to myself

Daily at night I ask many questions to myself

But the answers which I have; I don’t want to tell  me

There is no one who completely knows me

Except my solitude, the darkness of my room and me

You in me

There is no evanescence of you in me

As there is no shadow of me in you

There is no anger for you in me

As there is silence for me in you

There is everything of you in me

As there is nothing of me in you

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Sometimes I want to hear the unspoken words

Sometimes I want to shout the words without characters

Sometimes I want to read the books without sentences

Sometimes I hate the loudness of silence

Sometimes I lost myself somewhere inside me

Sometimes I like to sleep with open eyes

Sometimes I like to walk with closed eyes