My Random Musings

Empty vessels

Empty vessels
Make much noise.
Forced to be sonorous,
With all that emptiness inside.
Forcing everyone
Talk- day and night
Uncomfortably,
Incessantly along.
Is it so because
Non-stop chattering
Is about openness
In a wrong way.
An instant judgement
About one's character
Happening in miliseconds
Primarily based upon
How much one talks
In that very moment.
Just talk and talk
Of no incredible depths,
Expressing outright
Empty desires,
Treading shallow waters,
Portraying facades,
Donning the colorful mask-
With a forlorn face underneath
Afraid of oneself,
Others' quick opinions
To try saving oneself
From the bitter oneself.
Being the sheep
Of this herd-
Bleating wildly
In every direction
In search of success,
In search of solitude,
In search of peace,
In search of stillness
By creating the ripples
In the very first place.
To store the noisy vessels
For some other starless night
When silence is mistaken
For your increasing naivety.
In this rackety life
Blaring horn at each other
For no solid reasons
But to just state-
That one is amongst the herd
Not an outsider, not alone.
Trying to be less intimidating
Lowering one's standards
Trying to fit various feet
Into limited range of shoes
To walk the same path
To speak the same tongue.
All of this in an urgent need
For a mere social validation.