Silence

parent-questions

As the sun shines it’s rays on his house
and morning coffee is brewing slowly,
he came upto his father,
looking at his face with all his focus,
ears begging to hear the response
and he asked,
“Papa, your silence
speaks of a story.”
He glances over and replies calmly,
“I am the garden, my boy.
Filled with variety of flowers,
grown by light and rain;
stomped by shoes of pain.
My silence speaks of how
my words have been misunderstood multitude of times;
let others mute my voice;
so now I only speak when needed because
the more I learn, the less I speak.”

Hello everyone, I hope everybody is doing well. Just back from a month long vacation so the blog will be alive now and will try to post as frequently as I can. This post was done in a collaboration with another blogging friend Nimmi. It really shows how a simple conversation can turn into a meaningful talk, which I am sure we all have experienced at some point in our life.

Unanswered Questions

I will tell you all about it
Next time, maybe
You are too young right now
Wait for the next time
I will handle the situation better
You next time
Their child kept sliding further away
Leaving the mountain of fake promises
Silence filled the space between them.

The Child keeps waiting and waiting
For the next time to come,
Suppressing the urge to know
Deep within his/her heart.
They let them drown in the ocean of confusion.
They let their soul burn in the fire of a wait.
They soak their pillows with tears of sadness.
One day, when their bones could not bear the weight of confusion and
Their brain exploded from the headache of unanswered questions.
That day, they said to themselves that
They will not leave another question unanswered
But satisfy their hunger on their own.
Next time for sure.