Recherché

~ s i l e n c e ~

~ s i l e n c e ~

there are days when all the art in the world / takes me in and nourishes me / until time stops to hear me recite poetry / and sun takes a longer while to drown in the arms of the earth / but then, there are days that bereft me of words / as if i have not known language at all / as if silence and only silence is my mother tongue / and i never know what to make out of such days / so i let myself believe i have never spoken a syllable in my life / that even if i were to say something right now / it would be nothing but a mirage of silence upon silence / nothing but a void of numbness upon numbness / that has nowhere else to go / so it has found a home inside me / and i have no choice but to find a home within it too / so that's what i do, that's what i do ~

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I wanted to try something new so I've changed the format of my poem this time. Do you like it this way or you prefer my old style? I'm only trying my hand at shorter poems. It doesn't mean I'm abandoning my original style. Don't worry. Just provide me with an honest feedback. Did you like this poem? =)