Stiffled Silence

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.

Author's Note

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 :)

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"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

[Demi Rose]

i liked it. it is positively out of this world brilliant!

[Ursula Kay Vos]

I loved this unstructured piece, as you call it. It leapt from the page with vivid clarity to an elusive human phenomena if you will. The flow from line to line was great and even as you did not intend the rhyme, the progression from one line to the next was natural and unhindered. The finality of the verbiage used in this piece gave it a powerful and strong feel which translated throughout.

Great write, I always enjoy your work, this I would have to say is one of my favorites from you!
Ursula

[Arielle Ann]

oh well...I agree..inside we scream, but outside we are numb..
and the write is not at all unstructured...it rhythms beautifully...
I just marvel how you could describe the situation in so much detail
wonderful read!
thanks for the share :)

[Ender]

when i dream, i can't speak: this reminds me of my dreams. awesome work.

[EMMIE]

LOVE THE CONTEXT, GREAT WORDS! YOU PAINT A PICTURE AND IT'S BEAUTIFUL.

[Amila Jay]

Wow! Awesome poem, nicely put down:)

[joshua deathdealer]

Well portrayed and feels like it's held back but what comes out is beautiful. This is awesome work. Excellent penning sir. * favorited

[Ruth]

Sometimes, I feel its the best way to write, to not worry over structure and form! Too much emphasis on that these days..
This piece is so brimming with frustration, lament, empathy, torment, and so much more!
For each image you relay to the reader, it is engulfed with an all round finishing point...spiralling!
Beautiful work!
xoxo

[akapr17other]

Oh, goodness I'm in love with the last few lines. The universal understanding of not being able to communicate is vibrant and alive in this poem. A basic idea turned beautiful with the help of some adjectives. How wonderful. For me, I thought of that feeling you get in your throat right before you know you're going to cry and how that keeps you from explaining yourself. Anyway, a very lovely poem.