Stoning me?

When in my silent mode, I tend to hear myself.
Only that I fail each time I try.

There is this catastrophe inside, this outburst, this
Storm. Too many sounds, too much noise and yet,
too much of Silence.

There is this empty feeling not empty at all,
These pangs, these shivers, these sharp edges
which I fail to bend, that I fail to curve.

Feels like you are projecting continuously, some
Stones on my heart’s wall. Do you know not
It hurts?

How does a mirror feel? When it bears cracks?
Or how does a finger feel when you pierce – ouch
When you pierce forcefully, some thorns?
Or perhaps a chunk of that broken mirror,
How does it feel?

Ask me. Only that I know not
What to answer and how.

when silent

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30 thoughts on “Stoning me?

  1. Arindam Saha says:

    You trying to suppress me through commotion and noise?
    Trying to muffle me and silence my voice?
    Pelting stones at my heart’s wall?
    Do you expect, that one day it shall fall?

    Listen up! O you the one pelting stones!
    The rose too hides beneath; a bunch of thrones
    Beware! You who expects my fall
    I shall resist and still stand tall…

    The one who creates the fear must know
    That once beyond a limit those it grow
    A volcano of anger does naturally erupt
    And perishes the oppressor and the corrupt…

    ===================================================================

    Yup! Done!

    Brilliant poem By the Way

    • randomlyabstract says:

      Arindaaaaaaaaaaaaam. This is fantastic! Each word is just so powerful.

      ‘You trying to suppress me through commotion and noise?
      Trying to muffle me and silence my voice?
      Pelting stones at my heart’s wall?
      Do you expect, that one day it shall fall?’

      Is it that easy for you to write? You’re a master at words, really.

      “Listen up! O you the one pelting stones!
      The rose too hides beneath; a bunch of thrones
      Beware! You who expects my fall
      I shall resist and still stand tall…”

      Yours is far more brilliant. And positive. And .. I don’t know. It’s just – great.

      A volcano of anger does naturally erupt
      And perishes the oppressor and the corrupt

      And true.

  2. Moniba says:

    Love this:
    There is this empty feeling not empty at all,
    These pangs, these shivers, these sharp edges
    which I fail to bend, that I fail to curve

    And please tell me you have no reason to feel this.

  3. Mani says:

    Dekha mai aise he to es ko doulat khana nahi kehta tha … !!!

    Such pearls of brilliance … lying around carelessly … jagah jagah bikhrey pare hain ….!!! 🙂

    اور وہ اُردُو والی نظم پر کومنٹس کیوں بند ہیں؟

    جواب مجھے اُردُو لکھائی میں ہی چاہئے۔۔۔!!!۔

    Now i have trapped you ….!!! 😀

    • randomlyabstract says:

      Shkriya beyond words! 🙂
      Thank you. And I know urdu me likhni chahye thi. But urdu me ek aur likhungi, ek puranii poem. Ye tou frsh amad thi 😉
      Comments khol dye ja ke tareefen kardejye -__-
      😛 trapped me? 😀

      • Mani says:

        I meant that I want the reply in Urdu script .., not Urdu in English … that was the trap …!!!

        ab mai koi nahi kar raha tareef shareef ….!!! 😦

          • Mani says:

            بہت خوش۔۔۔ اتنا کے ایسے لگ رہا ہے کے میں ۔۔۔۔۔۔ ہوائوں میں ہوں ۔۔۔

            دوست ہوتے کس لیئےہیں ۔۔۔ تنگ کرنے کے لیئے اور کیا ۔۔۔ میں اور مان جاوں ۔۔۔ اور وہ بھی آسانی

            hehehehe … 😀

  4. Sahrish says:

    I can relate to this.
    Brilliantly written!
    I loved these lines the most:
    “There is this empty feeling not empty at all,
    These pangs, these shivers, these sharp edges
    which I fail to bend, that I fail to curve.”
    Well done!

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