Sudden quiet
‘twas a mellow mood
Sombre in it’s being
Slight quiver of belonging
Meagre belief but one of everlasting longing
Like cold wind to a shivering wreck
Like dagger to a wound
A ‘maybe’ to a ‘never’
A ‘but’ to a ‘fact’
Something unfulfilled, more incomplete...
Words reeked the daunting space,
Reverberation of void, within itself
Echoes, time and over
Of repeatedly sought dreams
All but in a few empty phrases
All shallow
Meaningless
Futile
Loud, yet unheard.
Why?
A careless feat of
the known
Reality recognized but ignored
Cries in vain
A step ahead, and then gone
Unfeeling
Lost
Shattered bits of memory remain
Or maybe ones that simulate within the mind
Of all spoken and heard
I remember now
Vividly so
And I will say, time and over
But isn't it now,
Like it remains
In empty phrases?
very nicely framed. uttered yet unspoken. loud yet unheard.
ReplyDeleteConveys a lot and still so much remains unsaid, to be understood. Empty phrases.. the whole piece a depiction of the same.
ReplyDeleteAs if you said a few words, only to withdraw them the next moment, and in many places, contradict them.
"Meagre belief but one of everlasting longing"
"A ‘maybe’ to a ‘never’
A ‘but’ to a ‘fact’"
"A step ahead and then gone"
...Especially loved these lines.
Excellently written!
keep up the great work :)
In empty phrases must I sing, the praises of the plight, the one you have captured, their beauty far from what my words can describe.
ReplyDelete"Sudden quiet", "Slight quiver of belonging", "Of repeatedly sought dreams", "Loud, yet unheard". Four phrases that in my modest opinion capture a lot about what you want to convey.
A beauty in itself, full of contradictions, questions, and a wealth of underlying emotions. It almost narrates a story starting with the sudden quiet (maybe the silence did not exist then or was not too noticeable) and then the mellow mood (which perhaps was not before), the entire air assuming a sombre feeling and then somewhere hidden in the heart, a quiver of belonging. A slight belief but one of everlasting longing bringing as much respite as the cold winds to a shivering wreck or as much numbing as a dagger to a stab (wound). Beautiful contradictions. A 'maybe' to a 'never' and a 'but' to a 'fact', conveying the longings of the heart, something unfulfilled yet is more incomplete. Words, you say, reeked the daunting space, words that perhaps add the 'but' to a 'fact', echoing over and over again, those lost and found dreams. Dreams sought from a time before the 'sudden quiet', they are now lost in empty phrases.
Crying out in vain, realizing a reality which still remains subtly unknown, ignored and shunned away, 'maybe' to a 'never' a step ahead and then gone. What is left are the shattered bits of memory, those indelible moments, and the mind creates more, like living dreams, from all that was dear and near once but now remains basking, in empty phrases.
The above, by no means, is an interpretation of what you have conveyed, the depths of it echoing in the minds of your readers long after one is done reading. It has a beauty of its own, detached and controlled, yet opening to your reader, a heart of its own.
Beautiful!