[533] A Take On Modern Love (And Listening)

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

8 thoughts on “[533] A Take On Modern Love (And Listening)

  1. 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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  2. “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



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