Silence Unexplained

As you keep on embedding long pauses 

between your words,

Sometimes I feel you have very little left with you

to speak out.

The moment I start thinking that I would

offer you  solitude as a gift to cherish ,

I hear my name being called silently.

Once again I turn back,

only to listen to you.

I've tried a lot , but I could never snatch away

from you ,

this tiny yet so tight stake you had on me.

Whenever I had thought of cutting this very last string ,

Enthralling reverberations of rumbling 

sound prevailed in my mind.

Dreams of placenta have disturbed my sleep many a time.

Every-time  I keep expecting 

that, this time indeed, you would break your silence;

you would share with me the experiences,

the truth you learned during self-desolation.

waiting endlessly, the Time loses "melanin",

grows old with grey hair.

We remain the same,

the prehistoric smiling faces,

unfazed, unchanged , unexplored;

just you and me.

Reviews

[Rachelle]

Ok. Since you sent this again, I will review it once more.
Sometimes, time will make one's perception of a particular piece evolve - where once I reviewed this from the stance of a bystander, I am now living it.
We all have to go through it, I guess. People come and go. Perhaps, these are moments that jar us from our sense of complacency to find lessons each relationship - as each begins and ends.
At the end of the day, we only have ourselves to face and figure out if we have become who we were destined to be or not… and the silence will be unexplained no more.

[Anand Sehgal]

Thanks dear. I am honored to get two different takes from you on this write. I am honored that you spent quite some time with it :)

[A Soap Mess Stories]

We learn so much from just being silent....good write....

[Anand Sehgal]

thank you so much friend :)

[Stefanie Holmes]

This is such a sad and emotional write. You portrayed the feelings so vividly.

~Stefanie

[Anand Sehgal]

thanks so very much dearie :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

This is a very sad poem .Sometimes parents don't know how to be loving and speak with their children.We wait for the day when they will hold our hand and talk to us as adults but it does not happen.Great poem Anand :)

[Anand Sehgal]

Our life, our relationships are not always of happy-go-lucky nature. It needs some time to be spent on it, thinking about it. Isn't it? :)
thanks dear for the review :)

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome Anand.Always a pleasure :)

[Josie E. Cook M. A.]

Silence is hard on a relationship and it creates building tensions between two people. Thoughts and feelings churn and rise --the actions maybe violent.

[Anand Sehgal]

yes, silence indeed prepares the stage for a storm. Silence is like the gun-powder.

[Rachelle]

The inability to cut strings that bind and don't really know if you want to do so or if it will help at all. Thank you for exploring these feelings...

[Anand Sehgal]

Glad that you liked it. Thank you so much.

[kublakhan27]

Silence can be a very worrying thing in the context of a relationship, be it romance or friendship or familial. I can only say that I relate to this one on a number of levels. Great work, one of your best
:)

[Anand Sehgal]

I am honored to receive such a comment from a very big writer , thanks Kublakhan :)

[Ruth]

I am in awe of the metaphor here, stunning work...got me thinking x

[Anand Sehgal]

thanks a lot my dear , Love :)

[Joyce S. Greene]

It's hard for me to write down my reaction to your powerfully moving poem, Anand. In her last days my mother's mind was gone and she could no longer speak. How I wished I could talk to her, but she could not understand me if I did. I feel the disconnection that you describe in your heart wrenching poem. You are unquestionably a very gifted poet.

[Anand Sehgal]

I am honored. You humble me so much ! thank you so much dear Joyce.