Below are the all-time best Silence Zvaraya poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members
The climbing earth meets the alighting sky ,
Trying tirelessly to douse its ball of fire ,
But only dims it ,
As it shrivels with a secretive queer whisper ,
only heard ,
and known by tens of trailing nomadic birds .
It is their calling to their destiny ,
embedded in the horizon .
They shall fade together in alfresco .
But for the eyes of many ,
it is a flower ,
denuded of its petals .
But not forever ;
Tomorrow like a bud it shall blossom.
Pinioned to my world of ambivalence.
It will not let go.
In me it rises like the sun.
I stare still.
Like a burden I barge of its weight.
The bidding always whispers,
Don`t let go,
And I shall not let go.
I do it at ease but regret with grim pain .
Vent the feeling but the worry shall blossom.
My mind shall burn.
My heart will ache.
Tears will trickle,
But with a smile.
Sit on the king’s throne,
Wearing a crown of thorns.
The world of regrets will always shelter me.
Like a dodger tricks my weak heart.
blows away my wishes for the good .
Forever it is the prison of my good heart.
With vigour in my heart I pursue it.
But with a weak despondent heart,
I am bound to regrets.
The will is not in me,
but the compulsion whispers in my world always .
What matters won`t matter until I have done it.
What doesn`t matter matters after I have done it.
The will of my heart,
Never compromise with the will of my flesh,
It seems unbridgeable.
When I say no I go weak and lonely .
When I say yes I sink in pain .
Bitter - sweet never sweet.
I own the keys to these fetters,
But I shall unlock them.
Bound to it I shall not let go.
Who then shall set me free?
I desire it!
I despise it!
Living in these two worlds.
What I truly want is not what I do .
What I do is what I don`t want to do .
I know no understanding of what I do.
The motives and the emotions of mine,
Shall never agree.
This friend I love to hate,
Hate that I love.
You are my comrade to my ending,
but my enemy at my ending .
My heart knows,
but still I hate to hate you.
Nestling on my soft spot,
Drives my emotions and reactions,
to the land of worry.
But still I bow down to your decoy .
Understanding nothing of mine.
Who am I?
Maybe it is a weakness in me.
For long I shall run away from my shadow ,
Being a stranger in my own life.
It might be poem number one
Or just story number one
May be I don`t really know,
much about poems and stories
But what I know is,
When I am with you I am me
Now I want to write in bright colours
For the world to see
May be yellow and red
May be pink and blue
May be purple
Now I want to perform for the world to see
May be an action movie
May be a romantic drama
May be just a love poem
To show the world how happy I am!
Right now I feel sleepy, tired
But my mind is thinking of something
My fingers are nibbling scribbling something
Some few notes for you
Because yesterday you asked,
“Silence, what is love?”
I will try to answer you in these early hours
Maybe love is a term defined a million times
Still it remains meaningless
May be love is a term abused a million times
But still remains precious
May be it`s when making someone happy
ceases to be your choice but your purpose
May be it`s when you longer miss the one you love
But miss being loved!
You asked, what I want to do for you
Now imagine this,
You are in a boat, sailing above the ocean waters
And you are sad
A tear is rolling down your cheek
It falls into the ocean
I will be there to jump into the ocean
Ransack the ocean
Until I find that tear, bring it back;
I will no longer do it the easy way
I will no longer do it the possible way
I will do it the hard way
I will do it the impossible way
All just to please you!
“What do you see when you look at me?”
Now, imagine me as a painter
In place of your eyes
I will paint a picture of the rainbow
In place of your smile
I will paint a picture of a million sunsets
In place of your laughter
I will paint a picture of a million flying butterflies
In place of the whole you
God will provide us with a picture of paradise
You are beautiful!
I remember you asked,
“If you love me promise me something”
It`s like this,
I will not promise you diamonds
Because I am not that rich
I will not promise you the world
Because I am not God
But love you are assured
Because I am your lover!
“After all what do you want to do with me?”
Now know this,
I want your lips to be stamped
With the words I whisper for you
Softly I want to stroke your skin
Like a homemade ukulele
Until we sing a song only known by us
I want to ……..
May be now I am talking of the forbidden love!
How I felt when I fell in love with you
Now know this,
Before you came my life was black and white
Now you are here
My life is splashed with rainbow colours
Loving you was like coming home
To a place I already knew!
This is only the beginning
Tomorrow I will continue
Because true love is endless!
Whenever I see you ,
Naively I giggle ,
just like an excited toddler.
When I sleep ,
I only hold a single dream .
In that dream I see you smile .
I smile back .
When you are happy ,
I feel fulfilled .
When you ask ,
I feel that I have to give everything .
When I am with you ,
my heart carries this certain feeling .
I feel as if I am about to do something .
Something precious .
As if ........ ,
as if I am about to fly .
Sometimes I feel as if I am about to win ,
a trying race ,
against a million challengers .
If I am alone ,
I go back to the last hour I saw you .
Alone I smile ,
and search everywhere ,
as if I have lost something .
As if I am looking for something .
Something precious .
It`s like I am happy .
Maybe I don`t know .
I guess I like you .
I don`t really know .
Maybe....... maybe ,
maybe I know ,
I think that ........ ,
I think , I love you .
Like a breath,
So short is the life of man.
Shall you make this little time of mine worthwhile?
I know nothing,
Will you teach me?
Shall your patience not run out in my presence ?
I always try,
Shall you endure and your smile egg me on ?
When my vulnerable heart is hurt,
Will I see your tears?
When they see me fall,
Will your hand raise me?
They never gave me a chance to express myself ,
Will you let me be me?
Like seasons mistakes always fall upon,
the life of every man,
When I confess,
Will you find a place in your heart for me ?
Life is all about trials,
If I fail,
Shall your cloth wipe off my tears?
With every effort,
Will I make you proud?
They always tell me I am nothing,
Am I something in your presence?
When the shadows of death surround me,
Shall I see daylight in your eyes?
When I call out,
Will you be the first to answer in the morning?
If I win,
Will you be my first embracement?
In my despair,
Will you still care?
When I am homeless,
Will your heart be open for me?
When they blame me,
Shall my objection stand by you?
In my struggles,
Will you be my hero?
My lonely heart,
Will its void be filled with you?
When about to fall,
Will you hold on me strong?
When they see darkness in me,
Will you see light somewhere?
Will my heart find peace in you?
In my absence,
Will you feel lonely?
When they ask,
Will you be my answer?
When I am hopeless,
Will you be my hope?
Will your prayers mention my name?
Will I be the weakness of your heart?
Will your heart choose me always?
Are we to see tomorrow together?
Will my happiness be your happiness?
Shall my sorrow be your belonging?
Are we to share the same world?
I am at a distant, I stare at you bloom,
My heart is eager to smile,
But my memories and my present sight,
force not to.
You need broad shoulders because the rains shall rain.
I want you to know;
They will whisper into ear something you despise.
They will touch you where you don`t want to be touched .
Choose for you who to give your heart.
Because of their eye,
Happiness and us we are strangers.
You are born strong, I know,
You will put your best effort on everything,
But there will be no lion share,
For the one who fought like a lion,
They say they are the best.
I was once there.
I saw the rain raining,
The sun rise,
And the full moon melts,
But I never saw them smile with me .
When they smile I cry.
When I smile they are hurt.
My scars reveal my struggle,
The struggle which swallowed me.
You will shed tears,
Someone will hear your cry,
But none will say no.
They say it is the only way,
“So go with the stream,
Surrender yourself to it,
This discretion is the better part of velour”.
They know you are vulnerable.
They keep on making for you.
With fake colours they will lead you to the land of regrets.
Try to always remember;
A circus lion dressed in jewellery,
Still feeds on meat.
They will say;
I will build you castles in the air,
But have you ever seen castles fly?
Others saw all this but they remained mute.
It shades hope, it hurts.
At night alone, I wish to nurse my aching heart,
But I am always in fear,
What strikes today with ease,
Will do so tomorrow with pride.
I wish if I had a basket to save the leaves ,
They are shedding from your tree of hope,
But my heart is so small,
I cannot hold all of them.
I see them fall and rot, my tears flood.
Sometimes we open our arms,
At everything thrown at us,
And it finds a home in us.
Fake a smile,
And say we have adapted to the struggle.
But the tree knows the state of its fruits,
We cannot throw dust to the inside eye,
Deep inside our hearts are weeping,
We are in pain.
The writing is on the crown of the tallest tree ,
For all to read and for us to chew its bitterness .
If the commandment they set and believe in,
Is not revisited,
We will march on but struggling, ploughing sand,
My enemy will be your enemy.
I wish I could run with you to "another place".
But they seems to be no this “another place",
Because they say this is our home.
But this is only our house , not our home .
You are my daughter,
I am your mother,
But they forget with such ease,
We are their mothers,
They are our sons.
As my old eyes search for the setting sun,
My mind is at work,
Mending the million fragmented memories.
The long arm of my mind,
Retrieves the first dusty diary,
from the tallest of shelves.
Now ninety years have passed,
My weary body struggling to stand on its own.
But the strength of the heart is always unfading.
Now it is stronger than it was before,
It stands on its own,
as it searches everywhere for your voice.
My treasure chest is full,
of the dozens of letters you wrote for me .
Every time I read them my memories grow young,
My heart was ever well living in the velvet of this love.
Then came our first night together.
Lonely in love, I could not wait for you,
to rest your head on my chest,
under the full sight of the moon,
You reading from the book of your future and dreams.
I feel now the night we first made love,
It all started with a quiet conversation in a candlelit room,
I didn`t want to let go,
The glow of your beauty,
Eclipsed the light of the candle,
The flame of our desire flying.
Now I watch the candle come to life in the night,
Its flame gives the reflection of your beauty,
I carry the immortal faint smile,
Watch it until it dies out.
In my salad days,
I saw a lot of beautiful girls, but none compared to you,
It really made me dig deep in the mine of my emotions,
For that something I only found in you.
Sometimes I play some old love songs,
And let my mind quietly wonder,
In the forest of the lost memories.
I try to bring together the million pieces every afternoon .
But as the sun sets,
the almost complete mirror falls to the ground,
to a million pieces again.
Because this is the most precious of the times,
we spent together,
Gazing with relief and sympathetic eyes,
at the tired setting sun,
It was romantic like a poem,
A tuneful song.
I see the young generation of today,
They try serenading.
But their songs are not as deep as ours .
Not everlasting as the ones we sang.
They also talk and walk,
The Romeo and Juliet way,
But it is not as old and untamed,
As the original by Shakespeare.
The way you talked, smiled,
and sometimes remained quiet gazing, defined art.
In your own way you were a magician,
Everything you touched turned gold,
You touched my heart,
Now care more about your grandchildren.
You etched something,
On the deepest part of my heart,
Every day I fall in love with you.
It is as if I am sad now.
It is just that I want you to know ;
I am the luckiest man on this world.
May be I just want to get hold of something ,
Something more than memories.
Even though you are now gone,
As I promised;
I will jealously hold on to these memories.
To this love, old and deep.
I hope there is place up there,
Where we can hold each other again.
I am not grieved.
No hard feelings for Mother Nature.
She gave us more than she can take from us.
It seems I am now waiting for death.
I hope you carried those cherry moments with you,
Because soon somewhere we shall meet,
And fall in love again.
I heard that you have made a lot of dreams come alive,
And you have taken a lot of errands only to bring smiles to a lot of faces,
I heard that with loyalty you have made realities which are better than dreams,
Now hear me loyal messenger,
I have written a small note to someone you know,
read it for her, just like that old fairy-tale love story,
I want you to bring out that lovely after ever part, I hope she will smile,
I want you to use that soft voice of yours that I heard you have used to convince a lot that there`s actually true love out there,
I want her to feel it like cold water running down her bare back to give her that chill, those goose bumps, that feeling, that feel to make her smile for no reason: to give her the urge to find a quiet place where she can whisper to the heavens, whisper my name as if it is the only word her lips are able to utter,
Tell her of the place where silence is the loudest kind of noise, the place of untamed purity where she can find the truth about true love,
Please read it for her slowly so that she can realise how long true love can last,
Read it with that smile of yours that I heard is as bright as the reflections of the morning sun rays scattered on the morning dew, so that she knows how revealing true love is,
I heard that sometimes you carry pearls along with you, but please don`t give her, she might lose them , instead just find that seed of a rose , plant it in her fruitful heart, soon it shall blossom in her every day never to be lost,
Tell her that I am the sea and she is the shore, no matter how hard the wind tries to blow me away I will always try hard to kiss her as long as there`s a molecule of oxygen in my lungs and a drop of blood in my vein; she is the earth and I am the sun, no matter how many times I die every night, I will always rise every morning just to shine for her,
Please try to make her smile, you will never forget that view, you will notice the doors of the heaven open in the radiant stars, if you stay focused you might hear the angels serenade,
Show her the letter so that she sees my mark,
I want you to say these words as if I`m there and I`m actually speaking to her; I just wonder what you are thinking every time you look at me and smile; you made me not just a man but the happiest man; I do make mistakes but loving you is not one of them; please don`t let me sing sad love songs ever again,
Please Mr Messenger Sir, don`t forget to tell her that she is the reason I`m smiling right now.