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Noise

For a thousand words
that floated like bubble between us,
Only few have burst into wet emotions.
Perhaps the others were too shy.

In that cosmos of togetherness
words that haven't touched us
have nudged each other, played in circle.

And we have wondered if
noise is what can't be deciphered
or won't.

Silence

Silence is us
When thoughts are symbiotic.
In between, there is a glass
that lets our eyes read each other, not in full.
Opacity is pride sometimes.

And then,
Ideologies have faced mortality
Through curious moments.

We have been individually two
When silence became a predator.

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Just then, it dawned.
Silence and noise are twins.
We, the conscious, have conspired and failed.

SoUmY@

Comments

wow....dis is relly gud...........lykd it vry much
Anonymous said…
For the twin sisters, namely silence and NOISE, you inspire me to finally type my own latest, hihi, :P
NerdBlogger said…
The silence poem was really good, kind of was imaginative..
NesQuarX said…
We did conspire... but did we fail?
Cinderella said…
Wonderful !

You know I wonder sometimes what would we do when words arent enough, and silence is too hard to bear.

Sometimes even having the twins at wish doesnt suffice.

"Opacity is pride." !
Indeed !
workhard said…
Nice work.. i like the part where u say silence and noise are twins...

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Pravin said…
He is amazing.He has great talent. Thought's in words.He is having good IQ
Samadrita said…
Hey Soumya da I've a li'l something for you on my blog.Be sure to collect your award. :D
Unknown said…
silence and noise..so aptly titled dada..wonderful..i am at a loss of words
Wild Strawberry said…
wem awsum becums an understatement!!
Soumya said…
Thank you all. I know individual attending was the order of the day, but, at this moment, I am obversely tied up with a lot of things. But that shouldn't take away the sincerity with which I acknowledge and feel blessed about all the positive vibes you have shared here.

:)

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