The Eloquence of Silence
Once, the silence of a person talked to
The silence of another person.
That was the best conversation they ever had -
Sans any confusion, any noise or any misconstrued notion,
Sans the words,
Which may have failed to convey the underlying emotion.
Which may have failed to convey the underlying emotion.
Eyes fixed to the horizon,
As they sit on a jetty in the evening by the seaside,
With the breeze stroking their hair,
Opening their thinking wide.
Their thoughts gently caress each other,
And as silence comes to a din,
Souls get a chance to intertwine.
The conversation gets as deep as the horizon,
Only to be mildly pulsated by the heartbeats,
Which fill the soft, surreal narrative -
Like the melody of chirping birds,
Engulfing the eeriness of the cold mornings -
Mildly, yet decisively, dispelling the night.
As the roughness dissolves in the new found softness,
They see the futility of their coarse monologues.
The differences are melting away, like the setting sun,
And they think -
“In relationship with each other,
Even the mighty sun and the immense ocean
Dissolve into each other on the brink.
Only to usher in an epoch,
One emerging rejuvenated, and the other incandescent;
But only after they let go off their egos.”
They realise,
How pointless their earlier conversation, rather commotion,
was,
And how eloquent this silence is.
When you are comfortable with silence, as such,
The
noise won’t disturb you much.
posted by vagrant_vikas @ 9:04 AM
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