Written on a train journey back home from the beautiful city of Lucknow. 9th October, 2016.
The true measure of the depth of an emotion lies in the volume of things left unsaid when you really wanted to say them, because the silence is heavy enough without the burden of words to chisel out its contours.
The silence that hangs heavy
I could use words to chisel it out
पर निराकार है जो
उसे कोई भी आकार देना बेमानी है
So I will talk about other things
And the silence unmarred
Will persist
जैसे पुराने घर में
धूल समेटे परदे
जिनमें समय की कहानियाँ क़ैद हैं
Time trapped me,
And you
And trophies of silences on shelves of time
Gathering dust.
अब इन गर्द की परतों को इकट्ठा करना
आदत हो गयी है
जैसे शब्दों को पी लेने की आदत
बुरी, बहर्हाल ज़रूरी ।
Tonight,
I am brewing myself a cup of the heaviest silence.
नींद अच्छी आएगी शायद।
#latenightmusings
Good night :)
The true measure of the depth of an emotion lies in the volume of things left unsaid when you really wanted to say them, because the silence is heavy enough without the burden of words to chisel out its contours.
The silence that hangs heavy
I could use words to chisel it out
पर निराकार है जो
उसे कोई भी आकार देना बेमानी है
So I will talk about other things
And the silence unmarred
Will persist
जैसे पुराने घर में
धूल समेटे परदे
जिनमें समय की कहानियाँ क़ैद हैं
Time trapped me,
And you
And trophies of silences on shelves of time
Gathering dust.
अब इन गर्द की परतों को इकट्ठा करना
आदत हो गयी है
जैसे शब्दों को पी लेने की आदत
बुरी, बहर्हाल ज़रूरी ।
Tonight,
I am brewing myself a cup of the heaviest silence.
नींद अच्छी आएगी शायद।
#latenightmusings
Good night :)
I could read this every night before falling asleep. And this would soothe my soul every time.
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