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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

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It was heavy raining and they were together, completely wet holding each other’s hands and staring towards me. I was also staring them for a long time; they were playing with each other and enjoying the rain suddenly I noticed that they are coming towards me. I was feeling that I know them very well but still there was a layer of forgetfulness on my mind. They were walking slowly towards me, their eyes were focused on me and I was also staring them without blinking my eyes. Suddenly I noticed that instead of walking now they are running towards me, now their faces were very much clear to me as they were not very far from me. I told myself that I know them; I know them very well because they are my best friends. They came nearer to me and start moving around me I have also noticed one strange thing that the rain has wet everything but still my cloths didn’t have even a drop of water on it. I look towards the sky and I find that it was clear but still the heavy rain was wetting everything except me, I was confused because the sky was clear then from where this rain is coming.  Suddenly those two have whispered something in my ear and I came to know that it was raining inside me and they were my solitude and the darkness of my room.

“You say you have no faith?
Love – and faith will come.
You say you are sad?
Love – and joy will come.
You say you are alone?
Love – and you will break out of your solitude.
You say you are in hell?
Love – and you will find yourself in heaven.”

Carlo Carretto, 1910-1988
Italian Philosopher and Christian Youth Leader

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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