Silent
My heart is loaded with words that I want to spit out,
However, I could not let them out.
People say only the heart of one knows the language of other ones heart;
Language of heart is the most beautiful thing ever happened;
It does not need to be told for what heart wants.
I guess it is all just saying.
My inner voice is telling me to shout out
And I want to.
But I would not know "HOW".
There are lot of things my voice is telling me to do and my heart is saying me to act.
I always have this feeling of ambiguity.
Following it, gets me no where.
Try not to follow it, gets me no where as well.
All I can do is be static and stagnant.
Every time when I look into the sky on clear sunny day,
I could see the clear blue sky with only a few tinge of cloud.
And the movement these cloud made couldn't be seen.
That's the way, how I name different shapes of cloud with my own imagination by the way they form.
And it's all unmoved and beautiful.
The rainy day would not allow me to have this gaze.
I am just a mute woman,
That doesn't mean I have nothing to speak.
My silence has lot of beautiful things that if I tell, you might wonder why I have not told till now!.
That's how I am: silent yet tons of things that you would like when you hear me.
Copyright © Dickey Thukhotsong | Year Posted 2015
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