Updated: Feb 14, 2022
There is quiet
While the din continues
Emptiness remains,
A faint longing ensues.
Listen to them nattering
Sharing, screaming, asking, seeking.
But, do you hear the aching, the unheard,
To those unsaid, to those not speaking?
There are dichotomies within tousled minds
Some voices remain mute.
Do you listen to silent voices waiting to find
A dialect, the argot of mundane repute?
Hush, or miss the serene quiet,
Be still, hear them emotions cascade.
Or babble until that quiet frail voice
like summers’ dew or winter’s fog – falls, to lift;
yet silently, burns and fades.
© Nandita Godbole, 2011