Stiffled Silence

Stiffled Silence

A Poem by Pratik

A gurgle rouses from deep within,

But the foam vaporizes in the mouth,

The drought within has lit a fire,

Burning my inside out.

The words inside have died a prenatal death,

The muffled cries mists into a long drawn sigh,

A thousand knives in this bleeding heart,

The beats heaving in a final goodbye.

The mouth is dry, and my tongue is tied,

Its utterances fail to form,

The silence creeps, Sly in its smile,

Along its quake, in this perilous night,

It conjures a blurring storm.

Vision blinded, a mother weeps,

The years take there thousand leaps,

A baby wails in a forsaken cradle,

Far away, in a long-lost land,

Fairies lie dead in a devil’s aisle.

But there was so much left for me to say,

So much to earn and so much to pay,

There was so much to lose, and so much to live,

So much to have and so much to give.

Alas! The silence took it away,

It killed my pains, stifled the joys,

Leaving me blank, numb and void,

Tomorrow has broken all its promises

The words lay scattered, dead and destroyed.

Faded images, unheard stories,

Dried up dewdrops on the Morning Glory,

Unfinished tales and forlorn lives,

Thoughts lie scattered, only silence thrives.

© 2011 Pratik


Author's Note

Pratik
There are moments you feel you have so much to say, but somehow something obstructs your vocal chord.. the poem was born out of this idea and written in a similar situation. I don't know what made me write it. Just penned down whatever came into my mind. It is one of the few unstructured poems I have wrote.. there are rhythm in places, but it was unintentional... Hope you like it :)

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"The silence creeps, Sly in its smile,"
I love the use of the English language. I said it many times. The Poets and writers from India are amazing. Your usage of the language made the poem a pleasure to read. You are one of the writers that make my reading worthwhile. Thank you for the amazing poem.
Coyote

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I can feel the frustration here!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Pratik

12 Years Ago

Thank u! I was a bit down when I wrote this :)
The words inside have died a prenatal death... Nice concept...

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Pratik

12 Years Ago

Thank you :)
Sami Khalil

12 Years Ago

You are welcome...
I know the feeling of having so much to say, but you cant force it out of you.

This is an amazingly conveyed thruth about what most of us writers experience within our minds when we feel the need to express something but are at a loss for words. This is a favorite.

Wonderfully penned, Aaran!

Posted 12 Years Ago


This is an amazing poem. So many of us go through this all the time. We want to say something brut something is always holding us back. You just want to break through that force field and state your mind.

Posted 12 Years Ago


A feeling that one can relate to, very nice. "Tomorrow has broken all it's promises" something tomorrow often seems to do... thank you for sharing!

Posted 12 Years Ago


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I like it for sure....... One among the better poems that i have read recently....
You strike the reader with endless realism of your thoughts..... Kudos to you!

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Very nicely written, dark and cerebral too :-) ...


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You've expressed this feeling with absolute truth. It has been so beautifully written, I love the way you have described the experience.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A very enjoyable read. Your structure and choice of words brilliantly chosen.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Glorious piece of work

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Hello! I am Pratik Mukherjee from Calcutta, India - the city of Mother Teresa and the famous poet Tagore. My pen name is Aaran, a variant of the word 'Aran' and derived from the Aran Islands, a gro.. more..

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