
Utter confusion in me
tries to find an understanding
in the way you listen
in the way you live
in the way you breath
deaf, blind and mute
Your loudest thought
stands on the edge of every smile
Your smallest inconveniences
find a way inside my head
They take up the space
that I could have reserved for my own
I give away the space in me to find
no place else to be but
a shelter in my dark void
At least it’s silent out here
A moment of peace
a moment to fill
When you speak your slightest feeling
I sense it’s something bigger
An emoticon at the end
to make it palatable
No need for such niceties
when I can see some of you and
you can see a part of me
that I haven’t learned seeing
Now I finally understand
why do they say
love is blind
and deaf
and mute
NaPoWriMo Day 5: Finally, here’s our (optional) prompt for the day. Begin by reading Charles Simic’s poem “The Melon.” It would be easy to call the poem dark, but as they say, if you didn’t have darkness, you wouldn’t know what light is. Or vice versa. The poem illuminates the juxtaposition between grief and joy, sorrow and reprieve. For today’s challenge, write a poem in which laughter comes at what might otherwise seem an inappropriate moment – or one that the poem invites the reader to think of as inappropriate.
If you smile at some lines I think I might have done my job adding some humour in this tale of misunderstanding and listening that we feel in modern love.
Art by Nickie Zimov
Really nice ❤️💖
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Thanks Akashta 🙂
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I definitely did some smiling in reading this piece, Rahul!!! I love how your authentic writing voice had some fresh nuances in this piece, it was so fun to read. That final stanza is truly spot on, I reread it a few times. I love how your pieces truly make one tap into their heart. Truly well done as always 🤍🤗
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Thank you as always. Im out of words to thank you I think so all I want you know is I’m so grateful for you to be a part of your journey as a writer 🙂
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Aww that makes my week, truly. Thank you Rahul :), grateful for you too.
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Nice 👍
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“Silent Saturday” is a good day to turn from speaking to writing as we express in silent words the juxtaposition between “grief and joy, sorrow and reprieve.”
He died
He rose again
We cried
He reappeared
Touch the nail holes
Touch mine
He lives
We mend
He promises
We hope
Hosanna!
Hallelujah!
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