even our silences
have become different
.
mine
blows like a breeze
and eagles glide on it
fleetingly caressing
the mountains
made by yours
.
its warmth
still not enough
to melt
the icy peaks
.
reason
stumbles along
laughter sinks slowly
in stagnant feelings
.
the words touch
your raw wound
.
and
the wandering kite
is jerked down
.
when will
the thread
snap
?
.
6 comments:
this is a great thought - silences being different. are silences like nature (icy, heated) or like moods (happy, sad) or simply like characteristics (long, still)? in relationships - surely, silence is more dangerous than words.
Moochi...agree with you on diff aspects of silences...but they are certainly not more dangerous than words (always:))
Moochi...agree with you on diff aspects of silences...but they are certainly not more dangerous than words (always:))
as usual... wonderful :-)
I always wondered where you were and what you do....your silence did not give any clue!
Raaji: Thank you, thank you :)
M: if you dont understand silences, you dont understand words :)
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