Silent One Poet Prose

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Just some mumblings...

Saturday musings some may call nonsense

Its still raining, my eyes still tired,
wet lawns with little puddles drowning our earth -
but despite the monochromatic skyline,
birds arrived with their morning song -
not afraid to get their wings wet.

Selfish sun has abandoned me,
so I ponder amongst the puddles and serenades,
is this an analogy for us to continue with our purpose,
despite the adversity life throws at us?

Are you even alive? 
Is breathing confirmation of your conscience?
Do we even need a reason for existence...

Many probably do not care or do not realise,
but if life was a contest, where would you place?
Not everyone has been gifted or cursed with empathy.
Would compassion compete if it was a competition?

Are words enough to justify where we finish on the podium,
or is it understanding what lies behind the veil - 
or failing to explain that it hinders how we choose our path.

So why do we hide behind words?
Why are you afraid?

We can wear a disguise behind metaphors,
but in reality our truth in never being revealed
eats at our heart, killing our desires -
a corrupt heart means a death to our purpose.

I guess the dilemma is:
Do we need a purpose
and what is the purpose of living without a purpose..

Guess I am lucky I found my purpose.
Not everyone can spread light, but I will continue to illuminate.
A selfless soul never worries about the pedestal. 

In a selfish world where time is your nemesis,
you have a choice how you wish to place in your contest.

Simple Musing
9 December 2023

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Vijay Pandit December 9, 2023 at 7:26 AM We can wear a disguise behind metaphors, but in reality our truth in never being revealed eats at our heart, killing our desires -a corrupt heart means a death to our purpose---words beaming intellect enhance the theme of your poem, SO.

Hiya Sharma December 9, 2023 at 4:57 AM Very rightly said dear Silent One. When life begins throwing challenges then it actually matters how we performed in that test, but there are no precise rules or basic fundamentals to justify...Sigh.I've been through this stage of purposeless living because life actually forced me to quit survival even, at one point..Maybe, too much darkness it was. But now, I find my purpose in serving for empathy n am living for my parents..They are my light! Your saturday musing is truly evocative and deep Hiya Sharma December 9, 2023 at 4:58 AM It's such a wonderful write, reflecting true emotions.. Thank you so much for sharing this and inspiring us all :)

John Lawless December 9, 2023 at 4:12 AM And there - amid the Silence - a voice - shouting in a vacuum - "who am I"....and "why"....But as old Socrates said..."the unexamined life is not worth living"...what a troublemaker that guy was.... Silent One December 9, 2023 at 4:38 AM People with a voice always sound like trouble makers.. maybe I should stick to being the silent one... Thanks John.

Ink Empress December 9, 2023 at 3:16 AM Well well well, good question.. if life had a test how would we be judged? Based on what? I wonder. Depends… anyhow well written prose. I guess i can never write prose as i stopped writing diary at the age of 9 when my mum found my diary and i was punished with silence for all my secrets and feelings. So since then i hide behind big words my mother would never understand and metaphors she cant comprehend even AI wont lol . Very powerful write, selfless soul, glad u have a purpose. And being - Ink Empress December 9, 2023 at 3:16 AM An empath can be hard.:. Definitely this isnt nonsense. Your thoughts matter and they are woven poetically. Pleasure reading you