Showing posts with label sound. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sound. Show all posts

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Sound of the Unheard


There's a house down the road,
shining in the leafy embrace,
of it's friends that go green with envy,
if challenged by another friendly face.


For long the windows have remained,
shy of the coquettish wind,
have never opened their arms wide
to welcome the monsoon spray as it begins.





For long the sun-kissed doors
haven't let a shadow find home within.
The porch has aged in the silence,
without clinking spoons at tea, or toasts of gin.

Inside remains a soul,
afraid to step out and behold,
the love meant for her heart,
because her tale remains untold.





Photo courtesy: http://sadcan.tumblr.com/; http://softgrungepalepastelandpretty.tumblr.com/

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Sound of the Unspoken


Held in my hands, I have
A chalice full of truth:
Ripples of denial, 
Or tears of purest Ruth?


The faces that float across,
Vanish moments before,
The bubbles rise to the surface,
The words have lost their source.


My mind - woven into the drapes,
That separate the two worlds alive :
One of misery, the other of light,
Permeation deprived.



And I hold the chalice of truth
Spoken by voiceless beings,
Heard by cold, passive hearts,
In throngs, loneliness gleams.

Saturday, 27 April 2013

Sound of The Broken

The lyric that flows softly,
fading through the crevice,
into the silent womb
of hopes denied a trellis,

would perhaps never rise again,
for it takes courage to break a word,
the sound of it's crack, resonant,
yet painfully unheard.

How hurt would be the heart,
that can't hear it's own cry,
whisper,or pain,or plea?
an everlasting spell of dry

It hopes to be forgotten soon,
to be resented for all its callousness,
to be held by none, trusted by none,
to be left to wallow in its hollowness.

It wonders if a little light,
may restore the world's purest conception,
and it dreams of spring to color again,
the canvas it soiled beyond redemption.

So here's to hope and fantasy,
and love that refuses to cease,
but flows from a distal source now,
where its safe to be slowly released.

And here's to the soul that remains
the unprecedented image of happiness,
a being who strives to trust
and embrace the world for its ampleness.