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When Silence Speaks To Me

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This poem is inspired by the contest "When Silence Speaks", but missed the timeline. 

Uncanny inexplicable silence surrounds me unexpectedly, when in the centre of a noisy demanding crowd, every bit of sound evaporates, fades in total darkness, people around me, familiar and unfamiliar ... I perceive them in action - laugh, or converse, watch their bodies moving, contours of their faces changing synchronizing with their voices, but their gestures are illegible movements to me. don't catch a word they say.... complete silence envelops my mind, just watch some silent characters in a highly emotive drama! When silence speaks to me among a roomful of visitors, not leaving, I disappear from the place... my absence doesn't create any void, saffron imagination dawns on my dreamy eyes, I am on top of a mysterious mountain where a chartreuse waterfall descending with roaring noise on the coral rocks, halcyon water mirrors the serene emerald sky! When silence speaks to me, I imagine strolling on a harmonious village-path, which meanders to unknown, grass spectacular green, velvety soft, and soothing, the tender touch of a doting mother on her baby! mystifying sky leans on and whispers to me, as if it has found its trustful confidant, in that beautiful unperturbed silence, I only speak to my own heart, which throbs pining for a soul who had deserted me many years ago!

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Date: 5/16/2024 9:37:00 AM
Hello Malalbika~ i was ..and stii may write a poem on the same theme… I won’t wax here, with a deluge and pietic waterfallx of verbiage, I never use. That is not how I talk in real like my poetry is the same. I want itt clear as water in a fresh brook.. I relate totally to the experiences, in your write which has fabulous imagery. Pangir Romios
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Panagiota Romios
Date: 5/31/2024 5:48:00 PM
Life long learning is the only way to fly,i have friends who are Pulitzser Prize Winners. Others with many books published, they do not run around, washing their trophies, northern succession. They help other people become better poets.. I noticed here the medicine people have to tell other pros that no is not a monoku or no, not a quatrain. If we like someone, it seems to me that we would tell them that in the soup and be willing to help when they don’t know they’re doing something wrong.. one thing I do is make a lot of mistakes when spelling, if I do that, all I want is someone to write me in an email I mean soup what the mistake was and I’d be glad to correct it. How can we grow if nobody tells us anything? And always remember that we are equal fear no matter when we started.. I don’t think anyone is hot stuff or anything like that. Thank you very much. , pangie!
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Malabika Ray Choudhury
Date: 5/31/2024 5:05:00 PM
Dear Panagiota, you have a lovely name - hope I wrote it correctly. I love your comment “ I want it clear as water in a fresh brook”. I relate to your experiences too, and learn from your beautiful poetry. I am a life-long learner, and fortunate to be at this site of talented poets. Love and Hugs, Sweet Friend ~
Date: 5/14/2024 4:58:00 PM
Your poem was soulful. You beautifully expressed how one can detach from surroundings and go to the silence 'within.' I especially liked these lines: in that beautiful unperturbed silence, I only speak to my own heart, which throbs pining for a soul who had deserted me many years ago! I felt twinges of sadness as I finished your poem...which means you did a fabulous job. Have a pleasant evening, hugs, Sara
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Malabika Ray Choudhury
Date: 5/15/2024 8:16:00 AM
Dear Sara, Thank you so much for understanding the part of the poem which bares my soul. I really liked the theme, because it felt true for my own personality, but competing was not my goal - I just wanted to write this poem. It is true that I sometimes feel myself detached from my surrounding, and find my self in an environment I choose. You are so right - the success of writing lies in its effect on the readers. Appreciate your inspiring comment, Dear Friend - Love and Hugs

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