I have nothing to say today. Feels like a coffin sheet. A starless sky. A soundless street. An unpainted wall. A naked face. Vacant stares. Wasted hours. Godless faith. Faithless gods.
I have nothing to say. So listen to my breath today.
Breathing. Pulse points. Heart beats. Speak.
Care to share my silence with me?
4 comments:
silence speaks for itself.
Silence God gave birth to the word God with eternity.
Universe is the creation of silence.
Silence is eternal.
Dedicated to this still blog.
Still Life with woman....
Sometimes she seems
what she cannot seem.
A moss-colored sky
on the fringe of her skirt.
She leaves us head down,
her neck a tiny white pillar,
but bending. She does not wear
the last link, like sand
new, barely a shape in her handheld dream,
a wish bone,
light on dark, losing itself in the spin.
Circle:
Thanks for sharing the lovely poem (and dedicating it to this blog whose stillness sometimes is disconcerting even to me, so I admire your patience and indulgence even more!)..."like sand
new, barely a shape in her handheld dream," -- indeed, what we cannot grasp is shapeless.
PS:Thanks too for giving yourself a 'name'.
Hi Farzana,
You are a great blogger, a very matured one. I can feel by reading your 3 blogs. From now I am going to visit ur blogs regularly. In this blog your posts are short which really interests me and I like reading short messages. I will visit this place often. I am also adding you to my readers list.
Regards,
Vaijayanta.
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