Silent, yet not…

today
my world feels glum
and in its silent roads
I hear the cries of unheard souls
cursing

I fear
this strange silence
will swallow me alive
I want to forget, I try but
in vain

I see
this reckless world
fill with hatred and angst
a smug glee to see suffering
in life

I hear
words that feel fake
I have heard them before
but what if with time, it does not
die down

the cry
feels heartfelt, but
does the soul have a heart?
only this shell remains for all
I fear

today
this strange silence
fills with hatred and angst
but what if with time, it does not?
I fear


My Friday hasn’t started on a good note. I saw a dead body. No, not any of my near or dear, but a stranger, lying splayed across the road, his life cut short by an speeding bus. I couldn’t have missed that sight even if I tried to, as it was unexpected and prominent. After that, my head has been buzzing. Thoughts from my world of words, positivity, they feel overthrown by that experience… to see it, and also to hear the words of onlookers, one lady in particular with a quite awestruck, and happy voice proclaiming, “He was dead on the spot.” There were but a hundred people around, yet not one thought to move the body aside, or cover it with a sheet. No decency in such a death, I guess. There are people who’d be angry, or hate that silence which follows, but I fear that soon, no one would care. It’ll be “just another body.” What is the world coming to? Sigh.
 
Seven days, seven posts, that’s what the Write Tribe Festival of Words is about. Oh, and the theme is “Seven” as well. I thought what do I do, and then I thought some more, and I was about to give up when a random idea discussed through a phone call kind of stuck, and the thought (and writing) block was broken. What I’m going to do, in these seven days, is write seven poems in seven forms of poetry that I love to write.
 
A cinquain is a five line verse of poetry. It has a syllable format of 2-4-6-8-2. The form of cinquain here in this poem is a garland cinquain. A garland cinquain has six cinquain verses, with the last verse being formed by 5 lines from the first 5 verses. Typically, it is first line from the first verse, second line from the second verse, third line from the third verse, fourth line from the fourth verse, and last line from the fifth verse.


(06 Sep, 2013)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

30 thoughts on “Silent, yet not…

    • I couldn’t do anything about it either, Sfurti. We rarely can. But if we can’t help, atleast we shouldn’t make things worse by being cheerful about the incident. That was really sad, hearing the tone and seeing that lady’s smile.

  1. As usual – stunning flow. But this time I echo your message too. The day we turn indifferent to all the ugliness around us is the day we would have lost all our humanity.

  2. I saw witnessed an accident once. It was terrible, he was probably a student..there were books all over the road..the worst of all, I could see his brain lying there ! It was so traumatic

  3. Deep poem with profound words. Sad to hear that but I’m sure tomorrow will be a beautiful day. I, too, saw a dead man mowed by the train in Churchgate. Trust me, I almost fainted.
    Have a lovely weekend:)

  4. Another world of writing introduced to us ๐Ÿ™‚ what a wonderful way of expressing feelings… And I am sorry to hear about what you saw, I know it must be highly traumatic *hugs*

    Richa

  5. Such incidents make us loose faith in humanity…It’s sad!!

    Your poem is strong and it displays your emotions beautifully.

    I’m so glad that this festival brought me to your page!! Absolutely love it ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. Leo, hope you are feeling better now! Tragic is the state of humanity and I understand the sadness it caused at the beginning of a day. Though the tone of the poem is somber, you have written it very well!!

  7. Sometimes, it makes me think that we’ve lost the value of life, on India.. we crowd around, but refuse to do something to help..I don’t know, it is depressing to think about.

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