The Quiet

 Have you always been the quiet one, the one who gets slammed time to time to say something, one word, two words or maybe a sentence at the most? Do you, among those who have to have their say no matter what, sit like a mummy, for you can’t express yourself fine enough with vocals for sometimes your voice falls short, sometimes the pitch fails to support the words & sometimes the words have not been thought a good amount to be delivered right away. Have you been someone who suffocates when there’s too much wordy war going on around? And that’s why you prefer being with those like you, the not so social & the not so vocal bodies, expressive in other ways.

 Ever felt people don’t understand you? For they keep reminding you of your inability to speak which according to their book of rules is a disability. Despite your being okay with the deficiency as they put it, they can’t let go & you’re told to have a little change, to not sit deaf, to have your say. With all this frustration coming your way you try giving in. So,in order to fill their appetite, you start forcing out words, gagging & spasming over them but for what? Only to get a slight nod in return & that’s it? Only for them to look over & not even have a reaction to the words that came out with struggles for the throat felt too tight, not letting pass the words. Ironic that it’s them who tell us to open up & when we do after fighting our stammers and anxieties and self esteem and so much more, they tell us to shut back up. And maybe that has us silent for a long time now. Because why speak when nobody truly listens!

 But it’s different with different people. Sometimes these locked words when come out, find their way in the most beautiful conversations. For there’re some people that do value what we say, little or too much, doesn’t matter. With them you turn into a flower that begins opening itself to the presence of sun. It happens with the right ones only, the absolute gems, who’ve the right reaction to each of our word. For they know how much of ourselves we put at stake to call great courage to speak, be it small. But not everyone understands. Those who do, I wish they keep us surrounded, ever. And the ones who cant handle the monotony in us, first give us enough silence to be heard & I swear you’ll never have to repeat us to speak.

Author's Note

Honest reviews will be more than appreciated. I sincerely want to improve.

Reviews

[Farhan Shaikh]

True there are only few people who understands the feelings, and i think that's why we are writers when no one understand us, we penn down our feelings..so be happy..life is always fair if you believe in yourself..