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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

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


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